Babylon

Babylon dances on our almost dead idols grave
singing their prayers for a thriving future

while
we're keep on
shoutin invain


This place is just a stage
The Devil pulls the strings
Each days a stone's throw from Hell


we'll die,glad not to have been overwhelmed by
flesh hamburger and cathodic lobotomies


...nothing
but mirrors
for skylarks


They'll dance on our grave
unaware
of being death.


This place is just a stage
The Devil pulls the strings
Each days a stone's throw from Hell


All is


false

dull

fake

sterile

grey

rotten

dead.

DEAD.

Babylon born dead.

Dead..dead..dead..Babylon born dead..





This opera by Dario Iosca is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribuzione-Non commerciale-Non opere derivate 2.5 Italia License.