Babylon
Oh, I feel it in my bones
But still I don't know
How through the creases in our skin
They caress the soul
Why you always gotta lie straight to my face?
There is no God, we were born to rot
And we'll die the fucking same
You hear me?
We are all miserable
Waiting to feel the burn
Born under the weight of the world
Into an empire of dirt
No gods, no masters, motherfucker
But still I don't know
How through the creases in our skin
They caress the soul
Why you always gotta lie straight to my face?
There is no God, we were born to rot
And we'll die the fucking same
You hear me?
We are all miserable
Waiting to feel the burn
Born under the weight of the world
Into an empire of dirt
No gods, no masters, motherfucker
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Writer(s): Jack Bergin, James Mckendrick
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