Once I thought I could see past everything
Past neon lights and city streets
And there beyond dusty graves of industries
I thought I saw a time more free

But all through the years we see that eagle flies
It always wins, it never dies
And when that bird flies towards its fiery death
To rise once more and spread new breadth

A wasteland spread out across the sea
The thunder makes no sense to me
What good is the blood of lamb
if Babylon will never fall?

They wait like tortured sheep for one to come
While Babylon reigns king of kings
Words spoken in tongues made to deceive
Tidings of hope and liberty

The horsemen come and go and always will
Leave men whose lives will feed the soil
And then my vision past and I alone
Left standing there, as billions roam.

A wasteland spread out across the sea
The thunder makes no sense to me
What good is the blood of lamb
if Babylon will never fall?

Once I thought I could see past everything
Past neon lights and city streets
And there beyond dusty graves of industries
I thought I saw a time more free

But all through the years we see that eagle flies
It always wins, it never dies
And then my vision past and I alone
Left standing there, as billions roam.

A wasteland spread out across the sea
The thunder makes no sense to me
What good is the blood of lamb
if Babylon will never fall?

"Oh daughter Babylon you devastator
happy shall they be who pay you back
what you have done to us
happy shall they be who take your little ones
and dash them against the rock."
- Psalm 137:8-9