If I was the son of god I'd live alone nude in the wilderness The animals would speak to me And approach me without hesitation The birds would sing to scarecrows In circadian rhythm Inside the garden of desperation A voice could be heard
And all the plastic politician devils cry As all the skyscrapers come crashing to the ground What ever happened to a quiet simple life Innocence is lost as we near our final day
Deep in the forest The apparitions are all in attendance Phantoms and specters Converge in silence under the moonlight Behind this illusion Is a union of theanthropism Inside the garden of desperation A voice could be heard
And all the plastic politician devils cry As all the skyscrapers come crashing to the ground What ever happened to a quiet simple life Innocence is lost as we near our final day
Falling bombs on babylon What a perfect ending to it all Falling bombs on babylon What a perfect ending to it all
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