I walked the heat of seven hills
endless talk of losing wills
great highways in a constant melt
men and women and children all have overbuilt
buying bread and paying for none
creatures of a waning sun
teacher’s hands are overrun
clowns and gypsies have all but gone
you make me wanna
shine over babylon
you make me wanna
shine over babylon
freedoms etched on sacred pillars
hollow […]