Songs for an imaginary punk band: Babylonian Reggae
Babylonian Reggae
There are creatures on the loose in the city
'n' you don't know what I'm talking about.
They are right behind you an' I think they'll find you
Though you never may find out.
The thing in the black suit is a-stalking, Ice-cold fingers in a brain,
It slits through thoughts as a razor through a throat, cries are all in vain.
Then you wake up and you think it was a nightmare,
You can't even remember it at all.
Till it reaches your heart and it falls apart
and the serpents it is made of start to crawl.
And the man without a face, he is smiling, his shadow is ten feet tall,
dark as a night when no moon shines bright, it is hovering above us all.
The thing in the black suit is a-waiting behind the bedroom door,
you know it's there but you can't see where 'n' there's no sleep for you no more.
The crystal palace is a-shattering,
it's turning into a milky white jail.
You're hold in a vice by them fingers of ice,
no escape from this hell.
The man without a face is a-smilin', his shadow is a hundred feet tall
and dark as a night when no moon shnes bright, it's hovering above us all.
Rainbow bird keep flying
for you are faster than the creatures you're a-fighting.
They are a million years old and their touches are cold,
If you lower down beware cause they are biting.
But the man without a face keeps smiling, his shadow is a thousand feet tall.
and black as a night when no moon shines bright... it is covering us all