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 forged in fire and prayer I want to feel that heat on my face the 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
