My words will fall like dirt on a shallow grave
I’ll leave a stone with lies engraved to take the blame
Darkness will fall and leave the truth in its wake
It’s tides will come and wash away lies of the day

Entranced with romance with the perfect steps of the dance
Romantisms still alive
A token of the broken revenge of the outspoken
Results of prejudice and pride

Built a tower, called it Babel
Jealousy made the kingdom unravel
And cry when it all comes tumbling down
Tell me, was it worth your crumbling crown?



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