Babel

Now, this is not to build up a tower
As if I, as if I
Universal mistake of the hour
As if I, as if I
As if I were designer
As if I were
No longer in pride
When these eyes lead to ruin
No longer a cry
Of the math of the builders
Truth be narrow, death be wide
None but single is this eye of mine
Self-centered to say that
Its mine, only mine
We only re-arrange
What Christ had designed

I must also admit
That my wicked heart tends to
Lie and say you did not
Speak all of existence
Speak all of existence
Yeah, all glory unto you, God

Now, this is not to build up a tower
As if I, as if I
Universal mistake of the hour
As if I, as if I
As if I were designer
As if I were