Zion & Babylon

By Josh Garrels

 Oh great mammon of form and function 
Careless consumerist consumption 
Dangerous dysfunction 
Disguised as expensive taste 

I’m a people disgraced 
By what I claim I need 
And what I want to waste 
I take no account for nothing 
If it’s not mine 

It’s a misappropriation of funds 
Protect my ninety percent with my guns 
Whose side am I on? 
Well who’s winning? 

My kingdom’s built with the blood of slaves 
Orphans, widows, and homeless graves 
I sold their souls just to build my private mansion 

Some people say that my time is coming 
Kingdom come is the justice running 
Down, down, down on me 

I’m a poor child, I’m a lost son 
I refuse to give my love to anyone, 
Fight for the truth, 
Or help the weaker ones 
Because I love my Babylon 

I am a slave, I was never free 
I betrayed you for blood money 
Oh I bought the world, all is vanity 
Oh my Lord I’m your enemy 

Come to me, and find your life 
Children sing, Zion’s in sight 

I said don’t trade your name for a serial number 
Priceless lives were born from under graves 
Where I found you 

Say, my name ain’t yours and yours is not mine 
Mine is the Lord, and yours is my child 
That’s how it’s always been 

Time to make a change 
Leave your home 
Give to the poor all that you own 
Lose your life, so that you could find it 

First will be last when the true world comes 
Livin’ like a humble fool to overcome 
The upside-down wisdom 
Of a dying world 

Zion’s not built with hands 
And in this place God will dwell with man 
Sick be healed and cripples stand 
Sing Allelu 

My kingdom’s built with the blood of my son 
Selfless sacrifice for everyone 
Faith, hope, love, and harmony 

I said let this world know me by your love 
By your love 

Oh my child, daughters and sons 
I made you in love to overcome 
Free as a bird, my flowers in the sun 
On your way to Mount Zion 

All you slaves, be set free 
Come on out child and come on home to me 
We will dance, we will rejoice 
If you can hear me then follow my voice

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