Babel

Cold is the water
 It freezes your already cold mind
 Already cold, cold mind
 And death is at your doorstep
 And it will steal your innocence
 But it will not steal your substance

 But you are not alone in this
 And you are not alone in this
 As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
 Hold your hand

 And you are the mother
 The mother of your baby child
 The one to whom you gave life
 And you have your choices
 And these are what make man great
 His ladder to the stars

 But you are not alone in this
 And you are not alone in this
 As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
 Hold your hand

 And I will tell the night
 Whisper, "Lose your sight"
 But I can't move the mountains for you