Babylon
Jack Bergin, James McKendrick
Oh I feel it in my bones but still I don't know
How through the creases in our skin they caress the soul
Why you always gotta lie straight to my face?
There is no God, we were born to rot and we all die the fucking same
You hear me?
We are all miserable, waiting to feel the burn
Born under the weight of the world
Into an empire of dirt
No gods, no masters motherfucker