She said, 'Great fires eat up Babylon
A dream come true for undertakers and worms
It came sooner than the book has foretold'
He just shrugged
'There's not enough space left in the tower
Breaking the dam might save our home, but we'll drown
Is it the time when we kill to survive?'
She broke down
'Flames start to reach higher located areas
People are fighting over last piece of space
Why did the entire world choose to ignore us?'
She's thrown her hands in the air
While he just stood there
And as they witnessed her world falling apart
She started to yell
Why?
This is not my war
Why do I reap what was sown?
These are not my sins
I kneel where I used to dance
On a burnt black floor beneath my feet and I pray
What have we done to meet our end just now?
He said, 'I don't know who put a match to it
All those involved, they're unknown to me
Save me your outrage, it won't work in here'
'I can't be bothered by your misery
Minutes ago I did not know that you're real
Whatever problem you are selling
I'm not buying it'
No!
This is not my war
Why would I even care?
These are not my sins
I know the monsters breathe the same air we breathe
They always did, forever will
But they'll never frame me in what they've done to you
At some point the world stops caring
Fed up with pointing fingers and guilt
Starvation, mass murder
One day we'll give up for good
Until then we'll keep killing off undertakers, worms and the arsonists
'In a world where stands on what's right don't reflect each other
I concede, these words sound all the same to me'