Document - Babylon what am i supposed to do when the smoke hit my lungs?or when blades are aimed to cut out my tounguethe run for existence has already begunbut the plan of direction is still left undonewe have been given some but still we wan´t moreand nothing will be left when we reach the coredon´t mention the trigger that engages our emotionscus money gives the best effect among all of poisonsim taking of the chains that holds my hands n my feeti will never loose my faith in babylons defeat so listen to me friend when im speaking to youone day i promise our wishes will come truelets make up our minds before we start to fallcuz we´re not buildin bridges we´re just buildin wallschildren watch and learn from the way we behaveno wonder that they will learn to do the samehow can it be so stupid we belive in human perfectionturning cold within and loosing all effectionideals makes us blind it´s the babylon-desieserunning away from friends to embrace our enemiessomething is wrong with babylonsomething is wrong with babylonsomething is wrong with babylonsomething is wrong with babylon
ideals makes us blind it´s the babylon-desieserunning away from friends to embrace our enemies