ILL BILL, Howard Jones (Rock) - Babylon lyrics

Imagine you were given one hour
Exactly sixty minutes and zero seconds
To put your entire life
And the world around you in total perspective
What would you say? What would it sound like?

By the waters the waters of Babylon
We lay down and wept and wept for Thee Zion
We remember we remember we remember Thee Zion

We've unraveled the Bible code
The rifle explodes
Demand attention like a knife in your throat
They're controlling the price of your soul
Titans of stone, psychic totalitarian
Biotelemetric mind control experimentation
Is various
Narcotics made to inflict pain and madness
Assassins with multiple personalities
Active with full access
A backstage pass to cover
Up spectacular assassinations
And arms deals across the axis
Another witch hunt
Religious radicals with big guns
Big plans, invisible cameras built in Japan
CIA behaviour control scientists in the cults
And formed an alliance of cult leaders
Also their clients
Tech-savvy hijacker associates board planes
To practice
Anxiously awaiting their global audience
Enter the core, I feel this with ease
The ultimate reality series, loaded
With cameras, angles, and theories
Now hear me

A golden helmet blinded minds
Among ten thousand swords
Along the road to Babylon
A golden thunder silenced songs
Among ten thousand voices
On the road to Babylon

This operation doesn't exist
The revolution will be classified
Live broadcast from the abyss
Our cities are crack spots
And cardboard condominiums
Vicious and trackmarks cross minds
Lost in delirium
The towers dropped, blind fools
Confusion who knew?
Now the world watch Saddam's
Execution on YouTube
Propaganda machines wage media Jihad
A teen walking to a crowded
Movie theatre with bombs
Reading the Qur'an, silently obedient to God
Known by many different names: Hashem, Jesus
And Allah
Exploding porn, shadow government protocols
Go to war amongst ten thousand voices
On the road to Babylon
Patriot Act, sanctioned exorcism
Iranian and North Korean-built weapon systems
Budgets increase to payroll
Hundreds of creeps number of the beast
Bomb London under the streets
The engineer was a popular peer
His value compared to having nuclear
Weapons to shower the air
A thin line between power and fear
A martyr in tears, goodbye father
Now my final hour is here, help me