Escape From Babylon Songtext

you need to see the things they never took the time to show you
you need to see
All my ghosts are poor and malnourished, and they all dream of living the All American furnished death
drinking too much coffee instead of water
and if i lived past 30 i might have known my daughter
sitting in my car, and im waiting by the window
i might have given a fuck if i havent smoked so much indo
ill remember to call you next time i need critisism,
only if you remember to pick up your phone
over typical coffee conversations
talking about how bad you wanna move away from the place that you live
I talk to women who are too artistic for their own good
I might have been artistic if i didnt grow up in the hood
falling in love with people while im on (ecstasy)
and with a pill theyll lie next to me in the name of pain and agony
come here and share a ciggarette with me
and then ill leave and never forget that we met
holding the air with an open fist
walking home with a broken wrist while the rain falls on me
for the people who knew the song "Rain on me" surrounded by sin I keep traveling on
in hopes I can make my escape from Babylon

I looked the devil in the eye before I shot him
I couldnt kill him, but as long as I got him
I travel on, escaping from Babylon
repenting my sins before im gone

He said "Dont fall" He said "Now dont fall, through the holes of babylon" "through the holes of babylon"

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