Witold Kiełtyka - Babylon's Pride lyrics

Senses, flower of existence- bow to Babylon Pain, father of creation- bow to Babylon Look- you're the creator of your own creator Your beginning overthrows your myth Parody of perfection feeding on mere mortal Perfect being can only exist in itself Let him die at last I will never worship reflection of imperfection Questions: I carry my own cross to be Flesh, blood, mind- see the flower of Babylon Stigma of earth will never disappear Aiming to zero is the testimony of existence I'm here to be, to watch and to fade All world focused on one single entity I kiss my reflection in the universe Alone in dying Babylon: proud