Live, live, the city that never sleeps,
the rebirth of a new life and for all.
The stars and heavens set eyes on the Island,
my big apple of metropolis, a nesting Manhatten.
The central core networks to grow and conquer all lives,
hearts, knowledge and prosperity, all controlled by man's gain.
All dreams influenced by the colour of gold.

Kenetic mechanics cycle to generate the populus,
thus movement is life for industry and its very existence.
The sound of the beast roars and remains vigilant,
Route channels combusting with steam and white smoke,
billowing from below the ground that shakes with pride.

That's my place, home of the free, land of the brave.
A new day awakens, the atmosphere electrified.
Ambitious players engage for the game of the new millennium,
the life in gold is inevitable and cunning, in many ways.