Babylon (feat. Howard Jones of Killswitch Engage) - Ill Bill, Howard Jones

Imagine you were given one hour

Exactly sixty minutes and zero seconds to put your entire life

And the world around you in total perspective

What would you say?

What would it sound like?

By the waters the waters of Babylon

We lay down and wept and wept for Thee Zion

We remember we remember we remember Thee Zion

We’ve unraveled the Bible code, the rifle explodes

Demand attention like a knife in your throat

They’re controlling the price of your soul

Titans of stone, psychic totalitarian

Biotelemetric mind control experimentation is various

Narcotics made to inflict pain and madness

Assassins with multiple personalities

Active with full access

A backstage pass to cover up spectacular assassinations

And arms deals across the axis

Another witch hunt, religious radicals with big guns

Big plans, invisible cameras built in Japan

CIA behaviour control scientists in the cults

And formed an alliance of cult leaders, also their clients

Tech-savvy hijacker associates board planes

To practice, anxiously awaiting their global audience

Enter the core, I feel this with ease

The ultimate reality series, loaded with cameras, angles, and theories

Now hear me

A golden helmet blinded minds

Among ten thousand swords

Along the road to Babylon

A golden thunder silenced songs

Among ten thousand voices

On the road to Babylon

This operation doesn’t exist

The revolution will be classified

Live broadcast from the abyss

Our cities are crack spots and cardboard condominiums

Vicious and trackmarks cross minds lost in delirium

The towers dropped, blind fools, confusion who knew?

Now the world watch Saddam’s execution on Youtube

Propaganda machines wage media Jihad

A teen walking to a crowded movie theatre with bombs

Reading the Qur’an, silently obedient to God

Known by many different names: Hashem, Jesus, and Allah

Exploding porn, shadow government protocols

Go to war amongst ten thousand voices on the road to Babylon

Patriot Act, sanctioned exorcism

Iranian and North Korean-built weapon systems

Budgets increase to payroll hundreds of creeps

Number of the beast, bomb London under the streets

The engineer was a popular peer

His value appeared to having nuclear weapons just shower the air

A thin line between power and fear

A martyr in tears, goodbye father

Now my final hour is here, help me