Cs babylon falls
She weeps in waves
c crescendo to the tyranny
Of hypocrisy

The flames reach the belfry
Cries remain unheard
cs the world turns to oblivion

The taste of soot
The smell of ash
Something so unscathed
Not built to last

You build this kingdom
On the backs of other men
You falsify creation
cnd monopolize the end

Lord of creation
King of disease
Martyr of lies
Bred hypocrisy