Nude in the Wilderness

if I was the son of god
 I'd live alone nude in the wilderness
 the animals would speak to me
 and approach me without hesitation
 the birds would sing to scarecrows
 in circadian rhythm
 inside the garden of desperation
 a voice could be heard
 and all the plastic politician devils cry
 as all the skyscrapers come crashing to the ground
 what ever happened to a quiet simple life
 innocence is lost as we near our final day
 deep in the forest
 the apparitions are all in attendance
 phantoms and specters
 converge in silence under the moonlight
 behind this illusion
 is a union of theanthropism
 inside the garden of desperation
 a voice could be heard
 and all the plastic politician devils cry
 as all the skyscrapers come crashing to the ground
 what ever happened to a quiet simple life
 innocence is lost as we near our final day
 falling bombs on babylon
 what a perfect ending to it all
 falling bombs on babylon
 what a perfect ending to it all