Senses, flower of existence- bow to Babylon   Pain, father of creation- bow to Babylon   Look- you're the creator of your own creator   Your beginning overthrows your myth   Parody of perfection feeding on mere mortal   Perfect being can only exist in itself   Let him die at last.   I will never worship reflection of imperfection   Questions: I carry my own cross to be   Flesh, blood, mind- see the flower of Babylon   Stigma of earth will never disappear   Aiming to zero is the testimony of existence   I'm here to be, to watch and to fade   All world focused on one single entity   I kiss my reflection in the universe   Alone in dying Babylon: proud