I turn my back
On your values
And on your fears
Your false safety
That is said to justify
Your ever-present
Ever-watchful
Artificial eyes
You breed monsters
That you never raise
Your hand to strike
Then you blame
The monsters
For your systems
Of control
But I see through you
You planned them
All along
You manufacture plagues
And their cures
To strengthen
Your power
To rebuild
Your tower
But I will give you
What I owe
(Don’t let the daylight
Go to waste)
The finger and the dust
That I return
(Gather the crowd
Depart in haste)
As I am marching
Out of babylon
Never did you think
That plagues might be
The cure for you
There are systems of defence
Not by your hands
Tread on the chords and they
Will snap seven by seven
And your towers
Will fall one by one
Marching, marching
Marching out of babylon
But I will give you
What I owe
(Raise up the banners
Men of God)
The finger and the dust
That I return
(Cut all your bonds
Go through the arch)
As I am marching
Out of babylon
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
On the earth as in heaven
Thy kingdom come
