Echolalia

Men, like ants
 Run past
 The toppling bricks
 And the face of wrath
 Futile is the work of men
 Metal, stone, and words will all bend
 On thy knees now
 We fall with what we build
 On thy knees now
 We fall with what we build
 On thy knees now
 We fall with what we build
 On thy knees now
 Accumulate
 Around the base
 And count each blessing
 Though it seems too late
 It fell upon our heads
 Our supposed strength
 Echolalia in the baby's breath
 Babbling into the belly and fed
 On thy knees now
 We fall with what we build
 On thy knees now
 We fall with what we build
 On thy knees now
 We fall with what we build
 On thy knees now
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 Men, like ants
 Run past
 The toppling bricks
 The face of wrath