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 let some vital spark borne by angels towards the promise of better tomorrows 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 we are witness to the death row convulsions of a dying culture but we can foment a new paradise if we learn to live as children beneath the mother sun
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