Lyrics
Whatever trouble ascends
Babylon to Bethlehem
I can feel it moving through
I can feel it moving through
Seven miles off the coast
The buried spirit below
I can feel it moving through
I can feel it moving through
Sunken god made do it
Sunken god made do it
Sunken god made do it
Sunken god made do it
Now rise up believers!
To your devoted leader!
Here to animate spirit!
Give birth to a fever!
The twisted conceiver!
Painted up in patinas!
Held up to the sky!
Fifth en haut ballerina!
All broken deceivers!
Schemers and seers!
Bang your head to floor!
To hear the call of the deceiver!
Cause the undulating curse!
Stewing deep beneath the earth!
One day it will burst!
And bring forth the disease
Written by: Steven James Benjamins
