they stole my breath away those burning babylonians I was with them at least in spirit I'd tear the whole thing down and grind the rubble to dust lest some vital spark be reforged in fire and prayer
I want to feel the heat on my face of barricades and burnt out squad cars the looter shooters and lambs to slaughter this world is old bring on the next I have a hard-on for dread vibrations the death row convulsions of a dying culture we refused to live as children and so we die as beasts
