The Prophet

All your prophets sit in silence
Cause they've said it all before
It's time to reap the harvest
That comes from sowing seeds of war
We've divorced ourselves from spirit
Married solely now to form
All of us are drunk on power
And plunder is the norm

How can we build this kingdom
While we struggle for control
Always searching for a savior
We create a god-shaped hole

I know that there are questions
That you're gonna wanna ask
Where is this all going
How long's it gonna last
I implore you now to recall
All that you heard previously
The commonly told stories
May not be reality

Well, this all paints a picture
That might be hard for you to see
But as long as you stay silent
Babylon won't set you free

Well, I've got some answers
For those with ears let them hear
The first thing we must rid ourselves
Of scarcity and fear
We must know that we are perfect
And the present's all we have
The future and the past won't help
Illuminate our path

For they are only signs
Of the lessons that we've learned
The most important of which
Happiness cannot be earned

Well, I know this paints a picture
That might be hard for you to see
But as long as we stay silent
Babylon won't set us free
I know this paints a picture
That might be hard for you to see
But as long as we stay silent
Babylon won't set us free