Bruce Dickinson

Is this a citadel
is this a prison cell
Who sits at my right hand now
Who's watching me now
Who's made us live this way
When do i get my say
Automation turns us into
Human beings now
Tripping over faces
Humanity has fallen
Huddled into doorways
Hnd the streets at dawn
The power of the sun
Keeps us moving on
Spinning ever faster
The city never sleeps
The echoes of the footfalls
Already in the past
Every dawn arrives
The gathering of the tribes
Shattered waves of people