Marching Out of Babylon Lyrics

I turn my back on your values and on your fears,
Your false safety that is said to justify your ever-present,
Ever-watchful,
Artificial eyes.
You breed monsters that you never raise your hand to strike,
Then you blame the monsters for your systems of control.
But I see through you,
You planned them all along.
You manufacture plagues and their cures to strengthen your power.
To rebuild your tower.

But I will give you what I owe,
(Don't let the daylight go to waste.)
The finger and the dust that I return,
(Gather the crowd, depart in haste.)
As I am marching out of Babylon.

Never did you think that plagues might be the cure for you.
There are systems of defense,
Not by your hands.
Tread on the chords and they will snap seven by seven,
And your towers will fall one by one.
Marching, marching,
Marching out of Babylon.

But I will give you what I owe,
(Raise up banners, men of God.)
The finger and the dust that I return,
(Cut all your bonds, go through the arch.)
As I am marching out of Babylon.

Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done,
On the Earth as in Heaven,
Thy kingdom come.