Babylon Ad Lyrics by Cradle of Dirt
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I bled on a pivotal stretch
Like a clockwork Christ
Bears sore stigmata, bored

And as I threw Job, I drove
Myself to a martyred wretch
To see if I drew pity
Or pretty litanies from the Lord

So the plot sickened
With the coming of days
Ill millennia thickened
With the claret I sprayed
And though they saw red
I left a dirty white stain
A splintered knot in the grain
On Eden's marital aid

So glad for the madness (2x)

I walked the walls naked to the moon
In Sodom and Babylon
And through rich whores and corridors
Of the Vatican
I led a sordid Borgia on

I read the Urilia text
So that mortals wormed
As livebait for the dead

And as I broke hope, I choked
Another Pope with manna peel
Dictating to DeSade
In the dark entrails of the Bastille
And as He wrote, I smote
A royal blow to the heads of France
And in the sheen of guillotines
I saw others, fallen, dance

I was an incurable
Necromantic old fool
A phagadaena that crawled
Drooling over the past
A rabid wolf in a shawl
A razor's edge to the rule
That the stars overall
Were never destined to last

So glad for the madness (2x)

I furnaced dreams, a poet, foe of sleep
Turning sermons with the smell
On Witchfinder fingers
Where bad memories lingered
Burning, as when Dante
Was freed to map Hell

I sired schemes and the means
To catch sight of the seams
And the vagaries inbetween...

And midst the lips and the curls
Of this cunt of a world
In glimpses I would see
A nymph with eyes for me

Eyes of fire that set all life aflame
Lights that surpassed art
In sight , that no intense device of pain
Could prise their secrets from my heart

I knew not Her name
Though her kiss was the same
Without a whisper of shame
As either Virtue or Sin's
And pressed to Her Curve
I felt my destiny swerve
From damnation reserved
To a permanent grin...

So glad for the madness (2x)
I bled on a pivotal stretch    Like a clockwork Christ    Bears sore stigmata, bored       And as I threw Job, I drove    Myself to a martyred wretch    To see if I drew pity    Or pretty litanies from the Lord       So the plot sickened    With the coming of days    Ill millennia thickened    With the claret I sprayed    And though they saw red    I left a dirty white stain    A splintered knot in the grain    On Eden's marital aid       So glad for the madness (2x)      I walked the walls naked to the moon    In Sodom and Babylon    And through rich whores and corridors    Of the Vatican    I led a sordid Borgia on       I read the Urilia text    So that mortals wormed    As livebait for the dead       And as I broke hope, I choked    Another Pope with manna peel    Dictating to DeSade    In the dark entrails of the Bastille    And as He wrote, I smote    A royal blow to the heads of France    And in the sheen of guillotines    I saw others, fallen, dance       I was an incurable    Necromantic old fool    A phagadaena that crawled    Drooling over the past    A rabid wolf in a shawl    A razor's edge to the rule    That the stars overall    Were never destined to last       So glad for the madness (2x)       I furnaced dreams, a poet, foe of sleep    Turning sermons with the smell    On Witchfinder fingers    Where bad memories lingered    Burning, as when Dante    Was freed to map Hell       I sired schemes and the means    To catch sight of the seams    And the vagaries inbetween...       And midst the lips and the curls    Of this cunt of a world    In glimpses I would see    A nymph with eyes for me       Eyes of fire that set all life aflame    Lights that surpassed art    In sight , that no intense device of pain    Could prise their secrets from my heart       I knew not Her name    Though her kiss was the same    Without a whisper of shame    As either Virtue or Sin's    And pressed to Her Curve    I felt my destiny swerve    From damnation reserved    To a permanent grin...       So glad for the madness (2x)