Senses, flower of existence- bow to Babylon

Pain, father of creation- bow to Babylon

Look- you're the creator of your own creator

Your beginning overthrows your myth

Parody of perfection feeding on mere mortal

Perfect being can only exist in itself

Let him die at last.

I will never worship reflection of imperfection

Questions: I carry my own cross to be

Flesh, blood, mind- see the flower of Babylon

Stigma of earth will never disappear

Aiming to zero is the testimony of existence

I'm here to be, to watch and to fade

All world focused on one single entity

I kiss my reflection in the universe

Alone in dying Babylon: proud