Last Man Out of Babylon

Dreaming within a dream.
Falling even further.
Screaming in to scream.
The buckshot stars of sand fall upon my head.
No man or woman round will part me from the end.
I'm the last man out of Babylon.
Racing through the salt and stone and the pillars along the plain.
Yeah, I'm the last man out of Babylon.
Burning as the day is long.
Trying to find a way.
Crawling through the pantomime parade.
Sinking even further to a world without a trace.
Got a number for the damned.
And a prayer for the lame.
A curse upon the land from the flower to the flame.
I'm the last man out of Babylon.