American Babylon - Saviour Machine

A thousand bloody hand prints stain the walls of

Liberty

A stranger hides in dreams denied, awaiting his

Release

I’ve seen this picture before

I never thought that we would end up here

When fascism comes as an angel of light

Its license parading as Tyranny drives forth its son

The Son of Mourning dominating fears, afflicting fallen

Men

His body highly organized;

it’s coming into prominence

To bear its ominous warnings

It’s in your blood to comprehend it’s origin

For those who refuse to remember the past are

Condemned to repeat it

The first and the last, Dust to Dust …

History if His Story

And life is laughing at its peril

Building towers that come fourth in men> Shifting powers consuming us within

The will puzzle the apostles till the end

Enter into the silence, into the dying life of America

The brave, the slave, the grave

The shattered pigs dying as primitive savages

Eating their flesh, they will lie rotting in dirt

While a stranger among you has challenged the course

Of human existence and alien forces

The birth of the black prince is setting the stage

In its thriving dissension, exalting his rank

And the innocent man will fall victim to hands in the

Trial of Truth

And its twisted reversal

The union of factions bleeds shock to the system

For civilization had ended today

The transitional nature of acts and society climb in its

Place

While its face re-creates until your god is dead

Enlighten me with your pale statues, face of inhibition

And until your reign has ended, frighten me with your

Stale — taste — tongue of inquisition

In your eyes I will come forth in men with no justice

No order to defend, and the stone will be cast again …

Enter into the fire, into the bloody gates of America

The great, the fate, the late