if i was the son of god

Id live alone nude in the wilderness

the animals would speak to me

and approach me without hesitation

the birds would sing to scarecrows

in circadian rhythm

inside the garden of desperation

a voice could be heard



and all the plastic politician devils cry

as all the skyscrapers come crashing to the ground

what ever happened to a quiet simple life

innocence is lost as we near our final day



deep in the forest

the apparitions are all in attendance

phantoms and specters

converge in silence under the moonlight

behind this illusion

is a union of theanthropism

inside the garden of desperation

a voice could be heard



and all the plastic politician devils cry

as all the skyscrapers come crashing to the ground

what ever happened to a quiet simple life

innocence is lost as we near our final day



falling bombs on babylon

what a perfect ending to it all

falling bombs on babylon

what a perfect ending to it all