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Jericho's strange, throbbing with life at its
people are drawn together, torn apart...
Foundations are in the city
inside the barricaded doors
hiding behind their walls, lonely as falls,
maybe the are waiting for trumpets...

Babylon's strange, seventh of the earth:
gardens ablaze in colour, rotting in the dirt
and, with your head on fire, you know you really see.
The gardens sing,
but with a hollow
the is false, its killing me...

Don't look back, or you'll turn to
look before your life is overgrown
concrete slabs!
On back the searching eyes that stab
between curtains, glinting,
but never owning to a name
like the inmates of
all the citizens are
insane...

is strange, the explosion of an age:
no-one really knows to do, and the city
is a cage.
It in ashen hours and concrete towers,
imprisons in the social
the lost its way,
madness hold today...

I can't under water.

I live under water.

I live under water.