Babel

Things have never been better

Things have never been worse

In the land of the blessed

Being led by the cursed

Put your faith in yourself

And your trust in a few

Keep looking for light

And you'll find what is true

So many false idols

And fools on the hill

Driven by greed

And their own need to kill

Our ancestor's dreams

Where people live free

They're trading them in

For the profits they see
In ivory towers
Surrounded by gold
Selling their souls
As their bodies grow old
I will stand by their graves
On the day that they die
And nobody will mourn
Nobody will cry

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