| Babylon of the Soul These days I think I�m going crazy. My conscience must be getting lazy. No more lives between wrong and right, No distinction between black and white. These days it seems I�m not even trying. On my shoulder lies an angel crying. Sometimes I realize sin too late; Sometime I do what I most hate. Sometimes the angel does not wake; Sometimes I can not beat the Snake. I need something strong in me, Someone that can set me free, More than angels in my face, Someone who brings me close to grace. So I search myself in and out, And I ask what is life about? As I sit and ponder all these things I feel the snake bite and it stings. Temptation is its venom and it enters my heart, It gets into my soul and it rips me apart. Sometimes I can not trust in Fate, Sometimes I do what I most hate. Sometimes the venom is too strong, Sometimes the Angel sleeps too long. Someone keeps on tempting me, Something that I can not see. I need someone helping me While I�m dying on my knees. |