As I strolled through the forest of concrete and dust,
A great tree of confusion I met
And although I’d arrived I did not recall when,
Or the place before this I had left

And it pointed its limb to a wind-beaten road,
But its name had been weathered away,
And I knew that my journey had fallen asleep
As I stared down its passage that day.

Go down the road I provide said the tree to me,
I can but point you its way.
There is a city that meets at its end
And it’s calling your number today
Go down the road I provide, question nothing
And your end reward will be great.
Walk with great haste on your side,
Waste no minute
This delicate hour grows late.

So I began walking so swiftly in stride
With a question mark hung in my mind
And the forest grew thinner with each passing step
‘Til at last I had finally arrived.

The road met its end at a cobblestone gate,
In its center a single door swung
And a single step offered its entrance to me,
And above it a single sign hung.

Welcome to Babylon Grove, population unknown
Let our ghosts be your guide.
Worries could fall on deaf ears, never here
Please come in, So I hurried inside.

There’s a circular city called Babylon Grove
For it ends in the place it begins.
And although unfamiliar it’s certain to me
It is everywhere I’ve ever been
There’s a man on the corner
With a sandwich board sign
That proclaims that the end is quite near
And he points to a sign on the lamp post that reads
That a dark fair is soon coming here.

Pull back the curtain for me, what theatrical
Madness and Pain amongst men
Roll back the years that have gone
Blessed beauty and chaos again and again

I in my darkness so faithfully vexed
What will the will of men conjure up next?