Lyrics

You ask me how to save the world I don’t know
As for timbre from solipsistic lips I fold
I fold

A telltale rush clutched in the falcon’s truss
In spades
I know it hurts
But as discussed
rehearsed deserved
We’ll broker a way

Cut the Gordian knot
Was to the effect of something about something you said
You ask I come
You lead I run
You crumble I’m struck undone
Every which way foils the patterns we’ve razed
In spades
I know it hurts
But we must stay abreast of the drifts
And broker a way

Espy the throws of time
Undivided our borders align
But as the embers glow
We awaken to discerning woes

I’m your fame I’m your shame
I’m your Babylon
I’m your milk
I’m your ilk
I’m your Babylon
I’m you dream I’m your ream
I’m your Babylon
Masters of none
Reflections of the sum hailing your pale triumph
I’m your Babylon
Harvesting every last drop

I’m your fame
I’m your shame