By the walls of the monument there
Memorial to the greatness of man
They lay silent of voice
Of what we truly are
Trading flesh for mountains
Of steel and wire
We made our choice
And forget what we have lost
Upon the ground level
So small beneath the walls
There walks a crooked bodied man
Who is one who was tossed
Out into the streets
Left to fend for himself
But he paid the cost
For the city to ascend
Now his body is bent
To pay for the sins
Of the men
Who paid to build new Babylon
To show their dominion
They own the steel and concrete fortresses
Monuments of vitality
Of the world we made
We forget all the Gods we forbade
From being seen
For the cities reach higher
Than the skies
