Oh babylon how the mighty did fall
like the captured lion
some marvel at its beauty
but all feast on its flesh
evil to man is basic
your former conquered with sword
and you hide in two crossed sticks
obidient when you should be mad
silent when you should scream
confident when you should shatter
jolly when tears should flow
forgotten are the rivers of red
that brought you to this
the should never be forgotten
surely turning in their grave
feeding your daily
while starving for what then
guided by mirages
and the evils
of stupid men
like a deranged soul
your behavior
does not match your state
you claim the honor
of once brave and realistic men
and entertain no thought of return
fighting each other instead
from a weak nothing
mere bread crumbs
for a twisted soul
missing is your voice
scratchy and alone
oh babylon
the mighty are broken
and we lost our home
unearthed miserable
and destined to roam
bowing to former slaves
as our children suffer
forgetting the great
and feeding the red river
with gentle for rule
and stubborn commit
we waste our maybe
and celebrate what is
mere bread crumbs
we proclaim to be success
while others grow and take
what we once possessed
our future filled with pain
we blindly live
as we inform of our former
who had so much to give
remembered by few
betrayed by all
weak love for the father
and strict faith for a wall
blind by western winds
and rumors of gold
a mirage for the hungry
and for the shattered
barely a home
we blindly march
to a future uncertain
happy in careless
with wealth for a curtain
a sad sight to see
for my father of his son
much that we were
is now barely worth one
like the captured lion
some marvel at its beauty
but all feast on its flesh
evil to man is basic
your former conquered with sword
and you hide in two crossed sticks
obidient when you should be mad
silent when you should scream
confident when you should shatter
jolly when tears should flow
forgotten are the rivers of red
that brought you to this
the should never be forgotten
surely turning in their grave
feeding your daily
while starving for what then
guided by mirages
and the evils
of stupid men
like a deranged soul
your behavior
does not match your state
you claim the honor
of once brave and realistic men
and entertain no thought of return
fighting each other instead
from a weak nothing
mere bread crumbs
for a twisted soul
missing is your voice
scratchy and alone
oh babylon
the mighty are broken
and we lost our home
unearthed miserable
and destined to roam
bowing to former slaves
as our children suffer
forgetting the great
and feeding the red river
with gentle for rule
and stubborn commit
we waste our maybe
and celebrate what is
mere bread crumbs
we proclaim to be success
while others grow and take
what we once possessed
our future filled with pain
we blindly live
as we inform of our former
who had so much to give
remembered by few
betrayed by all
weak love for the father
and strict faith for a wall
blind by western winds
and rumors of gold
a mirage for the hungry
and for the shattered
barely a home
we blindly march
to a future uncertain
happy in careless
with wealth for a curtain
a sad sight to see
for my father of his son
much that we were
is now barely worth one