Underground Babylon

Sitting in a room, surrounded by bottles
My friends have all left but my head is on fire
It’s already morning but pieces of the night
Are still stuck to my hair - what we did is fading
In the light of the day what we say is bullshit
We live the modern way
And I guess I’ll never find out
Which one of you wrote
With a greasy lipstick
Babylon must fall
Babylon must fall
Babylon must fall
On the bathroom mirror
On a spotty mattress I will lay for hours
Adding up all my sins and inventing new ones
I’m proud of my life and I stand by my doom
I can’t tell right from wrong and it’s never stopped me
All the prophets have died, the books have been written
Salvation in a jar we'll laugh so hard it hurts
And I guess I’ll never find out
Which one of you wrote
With a greasy lipstick
Babylon must fall
Babylon must fall
Babylon must fall
On the bathroom mirror
I like the taste of guilt, I know the taste of death
It makes me want to sing, it makes me want to bite
When all the dumbfucks sleep
With their bland little brains full of bland little dreams
We try our new curses
Experiment with fear
Experiment with fear
Sit in each other's soul and rehearse our downfall
And I guess I’ll never find out
Which one of you wrote
With a greasy lipstick
Babylon must fall
Babylon must fall
Babylon must fall
On the bathroom mirror