Vessels of Babylon - NeURO

In your dim red confessional

The natural laws seem base and foul;

Chant prayers of deep denial

Guilty child, my guilty child

Kneel.

Now face your faith.

The distant torch or mystic rays

reveal your wicked ways

Guilty child, oh my guilty child…

Go now to Babylon

Pray in a holy, holy, holy, holy tongue.

Tied;

you will babble, babble, babble, babble on

Kneel;

give away.

And you may take the poison pill,

but faith in something will prevail…

Uh oh--there's a craze that I can be a part of…

and you can be a part of?

Strained;

the biblical crimes remain--

distorted with Blame

But our minds are locked up in chains--

despotic, corroded, repressive… Insane

Controlled by conscious sin

Consumed by two commands

The mind is irrational;

The tongue too quick to defile

we’re all guilty child, so guilty child

Go now to Babylon

Pray in a holy, holy, holy, holy tongue.

Tied;

you will babble, babble, babble, babble on

Strained;

the biblical lies condemn--

corrupted, divisive-- distorted by crime

As our hearts are drowning in blood;

attacking, revealing… Distrusted and fooled—

suppressed, subconscious rule

Judgment will sentence the cruel