Babylon Whores

Silver Apples

Babylon Whores


The earth becomes gold 
And gold earth 
A promise inhaled 
With the breath of our birth 
We chase the dragon 
Trip the lights 
Burning our eyes 
On marvelous sights

We are there (once awake) 
Once asleep (never more) 
Can we open the door

And in the end 
We kiss the ones 
Sleeping next to us 
With the lips of a snake 
Heart full of Hell 
Fearing that they would wake 
So fragile they could break

The silver apples of our truth 
Green and gold of bygone youth 
Haunting us each day to 
Return anew 
And day by day the thing inside 
Grows and devours us alive 
Just as sure as we will die 
Just as sure as we will die