Oh Western soul, a shriveling fruit,
would you soon lay down and die?
A rising monarch, howling laments on air,
lifelong lord in earthly lair.
Fed up in surplus, your profane delight
betraying needs, how far it leads.

Still stretching the limit, pushing on
this tempting spirit of luring bloom.
The Babylon sang in unison,
the spirit of life is the spirit of death.
Clearwater bowl, do bite this mold,
let the promise you made warm the cold.
The Babylon now sings in unison,
the spirit of death turns to life.

Oh Western soul, a shriveling fruit,
would you soon lay down and die?

The first becomes the last,
while the last becomes the first.
New land in sight to put out this thirst.
Slow down, make it simple and sing
to make our thirst meet the life spring
now streaming through Your hands,
now streaming through Your hands.

The present-day Babylon sang in unison,
the spirit of life is the spirit of death.
Clearwater bowl, do bite this mold,
let the promise you made warm the cold.

Streaming through Your hands...


Lyrics submitted by Octavarium64

Drying Mouths (In a Gasping Land) song meanings
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