Crystal shards have been found in some ruins in Babylon It was plain to see a primitive civilization held the key to advanced communication
Mothership we keep calling you back to our new-found prison home Those who dwell here are wicked We should have sewn them in the sea and left them alone
A tower was constructed so the zealots could speak to their deities To touch the heavens, make them bleed The radio crystal from our world they'd need
Mothership we keep calling you back to our new-found prison home Those who dwell here are wicked They hold us, the scientists of our world in captivity Ibis headed jackal brethren set us free
Deception was our only hope in pretense to speak the tongue of their gods The interdimensional cry rang forth It was answered instantly Across time space continuum salvation came
Mothership came when we called, back to our new-found prison home And as we depart this world the wicked lie in dead in the ruins of the fallen Babel TowerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
