Babble Songtext
von Alert312

Let it just build
The same pattern of things
Just diff details
Stone after stone they build
Towers rising
Mansion after mansion they build
But the tide is coming down


I stand back
Looking at the telecast
Watching humankind
Mold and caste their golden calves
From some Baptists to the Boom Baps
From allah to aristocrats
Gods in all forms, shapes
Sizes and formats
I see my own skeletons
Under the floor boards
Gods I used to mess with
Adore, caress with
And still feel the allure
From their corpses
Knocking at my new man′s closet
But the menu done changed
Vomit aint on it
And neither are the gods
That I was serving in the audience
Bump the applause
It only clogs the human conscious
And the ability to process the obvious
No man is God
And neither are his products
But the pile of the objects
We compile in the firepit
To mold and make monsters
Is preposterous
Throw a crown on it
Call it divine
And make men puppets
God's prints all around us
But at the core of it
We want the praise
Which is opposite of giving it
Think a ′bit
Then tell me young lord
Who really is the hypocrite?
Dead architects with only artifacts?
Or the fact that God proves himself
In all nature's specs
With or without your recollection
Pay attention
Listen

Nail after nail they impale
Bridges supporting their own scales
Claiming to be the architect
It all comes tumbling down and down and down
Nations end times and the tide is rising
Man after man, woman after woman
Foolish is the man who builds on a mountain of snow
Tower of Babylon keeps babbling on
Cause when the sun rays come down
It all melts away
They keep on babbling on
Babbling on (babbling on)
Babbling on (babbling on)
Singing their own song
City after city, burb after burb


These hands have laid more bricks
Than you could imagine
But there is no innocence in
Diligence so work can often
Convert to bragging
It's that slight slip that gets
A tripped up in the first place
The minute success is tasted
We instantly seek more praise
It comes from the lips
Of the layman and is wrongly
Aimed at the stage
Constantly craving sips
Of compliments carving
Our confidence
But it′s all meaningless
Intravenously feeding us
This poison that keeps on leading us
Down this deadly path
Where conceit and deceit meet
And sin creeps in
So we begin to sing the same
Songs that the not so strong
Saints sang
Standing around babbling on
Brick by brick building a tower
Of babel around the borders
Of Babylon, making us believe
That we′re bigger than what
We really are when
All we are is dust
Trust that God is a jealous God
With every right to deal with us
But because God is all powerful
And gracious instead of
Devouring us and crushing us
He tears down those tall towers
To save us

Cant hold air in the palm of your hand
It always seesm to fly away
And so is the man who looks
To himself as his own, own God
Babbling on (Babbling on)
Singing their own songs
City after city, burb after burb

Babbling on (Babbling on)
Babbling on (Babbling on)
Babbling on (Babbling on)
Babbling on (Babbling on)
Babbling on (Babbling on)
Babbling on (Babbling on)
Babbling on (Babbling on)
Babbling on (Babbling on)

Cant hold air in the palm of your hand
It always seems to fly away
So is the man who looks
To himself as his own, own God