A flattened landscape of mountains and trees, hills and valleys, rivers and streams. Making way for concrete blocks, then we build green places to negate what we have lost. Will you stay docile, or will you answer the call to re-wild Pillars of steam and exhaust pour into the sky choking the wildlife, we take them away when they get to close, cause this is our space, and they don't belong anymore. Will you stay docile, or will you answer the call to re-wild We go crashing through, this old growth forest, until there's nothing left before us, why can't we see, that all this time, we're causing the death of the wild. Will you stay docile, or will you answer the call to re-wild Will you stay docile, or will you answer the call to re-wild