if i was the son of god 

I'd live alone nude in the wilderness 

the animals would speak to me 

and approach me without hesitation 

the birds would sing to scarecrows 

in circadian rhythm 

inside the garden of desperation 

a voice could be heard 

and all the plastic politician devils cry 

as all the skyscrapers come crashing to the ground 

what ever happened to a quiet simple life 

innocence is lost as we near our final day 

deep in the forest 

the apparitions are all in attendance 

phantoms and specters 

converge in silence under the moonlight 

behind this illusion 

is a union of theanthropism 

inside the garden of desperation 

a voice could be heard 

and all the plastic politician devils cry 

as all the skyscrapers come crashing to the ground 

what ever happened to a quiet simple life 

innocence is lost as we near our final day 

falling bombs on babylon 

what a perfect ending to it all 

falling bombs on babylon 

what a perfect ending to it all