Babylon: The Insatiable Thirst - A Hope For Home

Hollow

To be without the One that brought us here

Meaningless

Rip the roots from the ground to lay down foundations bound to crumble

Generations will come and go but the earth will remain

Swallow lies as you construct compensations for truth

Trading in our souls for white washed figures and towering symbols of our

progress.

We’re all chasing the wind

But it’s all in vain.

The same fate will overtake us all in the end

The workforce marching, hearts heavy as stone

For the same fate overtakes us all

And I have walked every mile, and upturned every stone.

I’ve indulged every

urge And bowed at the altar of greed

Just to find that all of this is meaningless

What is there left for men to do with the little time we have?

Denying ourselves nothing we desire.

We are counting down the days until we’ve

reached our final hour.

Nothing will be gained under the sun

I have seen, all things forged must come undone

I have surveyed all my hands have done

And when we pass we leave everything behind

I have walked every mile, and upturned every stone.

I’ve indulged every urge

and bowed at the altar of greed

Just to find that all of this is meaningless

And as we stand at the edge of time, we will look back and we will see

That our gods all will fade to dust if they are built from mortar and machines

Hollow

Meaningless