Writing On The Wall
The writing’s on the wall
Babylon will not escape the fall
Knew we could not stay
Had to find a way to leave it all behind
Once we thought that we could have it all
Even thought we could make a deal with God
So we would never die
The water drops upon the rock
Until the rock is gone
For every tick there is a tock
For every right a wrong
The days turn into years
And we’re still waiting for wonders to appear
Oh babylon, oh why?
The water drops upon the rock
Until the rock is gone
For every tick there is a tock
For every right a wrong
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