The Glitch – Chronicles Of Babylon lyrics

A PROPHET'S THESIS: CHRONICLES OF BABYLON

I'M JUST A HOLY PROPHET BECOME AN ORAL WARRIOR
HERE TO SAY GOD'S GONNA DESTROY YA
NEXT TO THE DEFINITION OF FILTH IS A PICTURE OF YOU
GROTESQUE NEGLIGENCE TO GOD'S SACRED RULES
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? SELF APPOINTED GODS?
WHAT A FAR CRY FROM THE ONE WE LOVE
THE ONE WHO WE SERVE IS THE MASTER OF
JUSTICE, VENGEANCE, JUDGMENT AND DAMNATION
THESE THINGS I WISH ON YOUR VILE NATION
YOU SOIL THE STREET WITH VIOLENCE
CONTAMINATE THE FEET OF THOSE IN SILENCE
BUT WE ARE SILENT NO MORE, LISTEN UP
BABYLON THE WHORE, YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED
GOD'S SOUL IS ENCUMBERED WITH YOUR SIN
BUT YOU'RE GONNA FALL, DON'T YOU KNOW?
YOUR GONNA BE THE NEXT JERICHO
FOR THE RIGHTEOUS YELL INTO THE WIND
THEY BEG GOD TO FINISH ADDING UP YOUR SINS
SACKCLOTH THE GARMENT OF THE MOURNING
WE WEEP THE TEARS OF YOUR SCORNING
YOU'LL REAP THE FULFILLMENT OF THIS WARNING
ITS TIME YOU READ THE RED LETTERS
ONE DAY YOU'LL BE FOUND IN FETTERS
SUBJECT TO THE VERDICT OF THE PRIEST
FOR ALL TO HEAR, FROM WEST TO EAST
SUFFER TO COME YOU VILE HARLOT
THE LAMBS WHITE FLEECE IS STAINED SCARLET
WITH THE SINS OF YOUR BLOOD PERVERSE
THE FLOOD OF DAMNATION IS YOUR CURSE

CHORUS:

ONE HOUR IS ALL IT TAKES, TO WIPE OUT YOUR MISTAKES,
TURN YOUR EYE TO THE SKY; SAY THE WORDS BEFORE YOU DIE
REPENT BEFORE THE TIME IS SPENT, MY GARMENT IS RENT
I HAVE DELIVERED MY SOUL!

BABYLON YOUR CUP OF INIQUITY IS NEAR FULL
YOU'RE FAST ASLEEP IN YOUR FOUL LULL
OF BLIND ANTIQUITY AND EMPTY SKULL
WHERE EVIL HAS MADE A DWELLING
YOUR ONCE CLEAN APPEARANCE IS SMELLING
OF THE FLESH OF THE INNOCENT SLAIN
YOU HAVE BECOME THE UNDERTAKERS OF PAIN
EVOLVING INTO THE INQUISITION YOU ONCE FLED
DENYING THE FREEDOM FOR WHICH YOU BLED
BY EMBRACING THE CONCEPT OF DEATH,
BONDING WITH THE OCCULT
CREATING THE MYTH OF THE BACKSLIDER
WHO'S AT FAULT? THIS AIN'T NO EASYRIDER
GAME, YOU HAVE BECOME IRREVERSIBLY LAME
THROW YOUR KIDS INTO THE OPEN MOUTH
SHOW MOLOCH YOUR UNDYING OATH
BUT THE CLOCK IS TICKING, YOUR DEAD CRYING
HOW DO ANSWER, GUILTY OR NOT?
MAKE YOUR DEFENSE FOR YOU HAVE BEEN CAUGHT
ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE FENCE, WITH YOUR HAND IN THE JAR
OF THE GHOST OF CHRISTMASES TO COME, IN FULL WAR
WITH THE HOST OF HEAVEN, WATCH AS THE SPIRIT LEADS TO YOUR GRAVE
SOMEONE WHO COULD NEVER BE SAVED FROM THE WRATH
DO YOU MATH; YOUR SUMS HAVE BEEN FOUND LACKING
YOUR FRACTIONS SLACKING IN THE SENSE OF WHAT IS RIGHT OR WRONG
SINGING SATAN'S SONG, THE TUNE OF DEATH IN YOUR FACE
YOU ARE HUMANITY'S DISGRACE
PIGS OF DESTRUCTION IN YOUR WEAPONS PRODUCTION
KILLING THE INNOCENT, DEAR OH DEAR, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANT
TO THE LORD GOD OF THE SKY, DO YOU THINK YOU'LL GET BY?
EAGER TO SHED SOME INNOCENT BLOOD, A MEAGER DEFENSE TO THE JUDGE
WHO'S GOT SOME SORT OF GRUDGE AGAINST GENOCIDE, CLUELESS VICTIMS
HELPLESS AND DEFENSELESS THEY DIED, JUST HOW YOU PICKED'M

CHORUS:

ONE HOUR IS ALL IT TAKES, TO WIPE OUT YOUR MISTAKES,
TURN YOUR EYE TO THE SKY; SAY THE WORDS BEFORE YOU DIE
REPENT BEFORE THE TIME IS SPENT, MY GARMENT IS RENT
I HAVE DELIVERED MY SOUL!

OH, BABYLON, IT WON'T BE LONG BEFORE YOUR PROMISCUITY IS OVER
TIME TO GET SOBER, STREETWALKING FOR APOLLYON WON'T PAY THE FIDDLER
CALL IN THE RIDDLER, CHECK IT:
WHO IS BABYLON, THE IDOLATROUS WHORE?
WHO IN ONE HOUR WILL BE NO MORE?
THREE GUESSES, NO MESSES, WILL THE SUSPECT STAND UP?
JURY, THIS IS THE CUP, REASON FOR THE ALMIGHTY FURY
SHE HAS DRUNK THE BLOOD OF THE SAINTS IN ECSTASY
SO, DEAR JURY TAKE A LOOK, READ THE HOLY BOOK,
LISTEN TO THE WIND, BABYLON HAS SINNED
BROTHERS HAVE PATIENCE; TIME IS BUT A LITTLE LONGER
AMERICA COME FORTH! WHOSE UNBORN HAVE YOU SLAUGHTERED?
WHOSE CHILDREN HAVE YOU BUTCHERED? SIT NO MORE IN THE SEAT OF THE
SLAYER, FOR WE HAVE BECOME THE BETRAYER OF WICKEDNESS,
GOD'S POWER WE HARNESS. TURN FROM YOUR SINS LIKE ONE WOULD HIS VOMIT
FOR IN GOD'S HOLY EYE YOU JUST SPIT, CRY, THE CRY FOR MERCY,
YOU DECADENT IDOL WORSHIPPERS!
COMMITTING FORNICATION WITH THE HORNY NATIONS
OF THIS EARTH LOOK AT WHAT FILTH YOU GIVE BIRTH TO,
YOU KNEW THAT HE WAS THE ONE THAT WE ALL REVOLVE AROUND THE SUN
BUT YOU'VE TURNED YOUR BACK ON HIM NOW YOU LACK,
THE TEAR OF MERCY FROM HIS EYE, THAT WOULD SAVE YOU, BUT INSTEAD YOU'LL DIE
MY HAT IS OFF, FOR NO ONE SCOFFS AT THE BRIDEGROOM, THAT WOULD BE ONE ROOM
IN HELL!

CHORUS X2

ONE HOUR IS ALL IT TAKES, TO WIPE OUT YOUR MISTAKES,
TURN YOUR EYE TO THE SKY; SAY THE WORDS BEFORE YOU DIE
REPENT BEFORE THE TIME IS SPENT, MY GARMENT IS RENT
I HAVE DELIVERED MY SOUL!