| Song | Breathe Babylon |
| Artist | P.O.D. |
| Album | Live |
| 作词 : POD | |
| Babylon, Breathe Babylon 8x. | |
| I see you people babel on and on and on. | |
| Graven images, | |
| golden idols and false icons. | |
| I'm seeking wisdom like Solomon | |
| but my antenae keeps on picking up evil transmissions at headquarters. | |
| I recieve my mission, | |
| blow up the ruler of the air. (Eph. 2:2) Like nuclear fission | |
| so I analyze my weapons | |
| laser guided rifles that shoot spiritual wisdom | |
| I think I see my enemy warriors | |
| fragile heathens tryin' to run stuff like mayors. | |
| So with brotha's that snuff punks | |
| I set up time bombs to destroy the strongholds...of Babylon. | |
| Babylon, breath Babylon 8x. | |
| We be tribes under grace, | |
| a righteous minority decadent culture | |
| make you forget your spirital priority. | |
| Back down by the movement, | |
| soldier who will serve ya. | |
| Open to be used by God, | |
| destroy you like Medo-Persia jewel of all kingdoms, | |
| live evil, | |
| purified hurrah take you down. | |
| Don't look back, | |
| overthrown you like Sodam & Gomarra. | |
| Strong arm of the law, | |
| guilty of all crimes. | |
| I be like that great prophet Isaiah, | |
| predict your fall over 150 times. | |
| Got rhymes that you could never use for the purpose you be using. | |
| I'll dance over your fields, | |
| present day Iraq still lies in ruins. | |
| Lies, schemes, backstab persuasions bumrushed, | |
| get crushed by us, | |
| this rescue invasion. | |
| Babylon, breath Babylon 8x. | |
| Look to the sky, | |
| heed the warning, | |
| the shadow is coming, the shadow is coming 8x. | |
| The plagues are coming, | |
| the plagues are coming, | |
| I feel the breath of the dead beast 4x. | |
| Misled bureaucracy, | |
| full of hipocracy, | |
| I gotta steel pulse, | |
| looking for a true democracy destruction, | |
| now your walls have fallen. | |
| Just sitting here, | |
| waiting for the train to Zion. | |
| 'DIRT' representing 'SHADOW OF LOCUSTS' | |
| Sit down in the dust Babylon without a throne to call your own (Is. 47:1) | |
| The city has fallen, | |
| she has fallen. | |
| Golden images of it's gods lie shattered on the ground. | |
| Babylon, breathe Babylon 8x. |
| zuò cí : POD | |
| Babylon, Breathe Babylon 8x. | |
| I see you people babel on and on and on. | |
| Graven images, | |
| golden idols and false icons. | |
| I' m seeking wisdom like Solomon | |
| but my antenae keeps on picking up evil transmissions at headquarters. | |
| I recieve my mission, | |
| blow up the ruler of the air. Eph. 2: 2 Like nuclear fission | |
| so I analyze my weapons | |
| laser guided rifles that shoot spiritual wisdom | |
| I think I see my enemy warriors | |
| fragile heathens tryin' to run stuff like mayors. | |
| So with brotha' s that snuff punks | |
| I set up time bombs to destroy the strongholds... of Babylon. | |
| Babylon, breath Babylon 8x. | |
| We be tribes under grace, | |
| a righteous minority decadent culture | |
| make you forget your spirital priority. | |
| Back down by the movement, | |
| soldier who will serve ya. | |
| Open to be used by God, | |
| destroy you like MedoPersia jewel of all kingdoms, | |
| live evil, | |
| purified hurrah take you down. | |
| Don' t look back, | |
| overthrown you like Sodam Gomarra. | |
| Strong arm of the law, | |
| guilty of all crimes. | |
| I be like that great prophet Isaiah, | |
| predict your fall over 150 times. | |
| Got rhymes that you could never use for the purpose you be using. | |
| I' ll dance over your fields, | |
| present day Iraq still lies in ruins. | |
| Lies, schemes, backstab persuasions bumrushed, | |
| get crushed by us, | |
| this rescue invasion. | |
| Babylon, breath Babylon 8x. | |
| Look to the sky, | |
| heed the warning, | |
| the shadow is coming, the shadow is coming 8x. | |
| The plagues are coming, | |
| the plagues are coming, | |
| I feel the breath of the dead beast 4x. | |
| Misled bureaucracy, | |
| full of hipocracy, | |
| I gotta steel pulse, | |
| looking for a true democracy destruction, | |
| now your walls have fallen. | |
| Just sitting here, | |
| waiting for the train to Zion. | |
| ' DIRT' representing ' SHADOW OF LOCUSTS' | |
| Sit down in the dust Babylon without a throne to call your own Is. 47: 1 | |
| The city has fallen, | |
| she has fallen. | |
| Golden images of it' s gods lie shattered on the ground. | |
| Babylon, breathe Babylon 8x. |