Rebuilt Babylon

Down in voids of mind

Where boiling feelings come to surface of

Renewed impressions

I craft my mast of mindless inspiration

Truth? There is no truth!

Or have you seen a sign of its existence?

In this sordid world

Where we can't live without deceiving

Rebuilt Babylon

The substance of confusion

Rebuilt Babylon

Switch off

Close your eyes

And rest in silence

The new dimensions of speech

Opening doors to perception at a new level

Jamming commonly-known sense into

the rage that cannot be shown

Slowly grinding the flesh from the inside

Demolishing irony of what is our pride

Void is all I want

I dream of silence

Pure, eternal

Real - where sense is healed

But all I see is this rebuilt Babylon

Words these feeble sounds

Through which we strive to shake the souls

Of others, of ourselves

And interact for bringing all together

Fools! You trust in fates

In lines and dots, combined in millions of

Expressions, questions

We're tired to ask again in circles