Revival, Vol. 1: You're Among Friends

We stood up on two legs And raised our heads above golden grass. He was there. We sharpened stone and steel, Use tools to harvest grass, beast and brother. He was there. We clustered together In brick and mud, swarming with rats and plague. He was there. We built nations and mistrust, Our fingers hovered over the red button. He smiled. Still we build, to rise above the golden grass, Away from the reach of his scythe.