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Jericho's strange, throbbing with life at its heart : people are drawn together, simultaneously torn apart... Foundations are shattered in the city inside the barricaded doors ----- hiding behind their walls, lonely as night falls, maybe the people are waiting for trumpets.... Babylon's strange, seventh wonder of the earth : gardens ablaze in colour, slowly rotting in the dirt and, with your head on fire, you know you can't really see. The hanging gardens sing, but with a hollow ring : the life is false, its killing me.... Don't look back, or you'll turn to stone; look around before your life is overgrown with concrete slabs! On your back the searching eyes that stab between chintz curtains, glinting, but never owning to a name ------- like the inmates of asylums all the citizens are contagiously insane.... Atlantis is strange, the explosion of an age : no-one really knows what to do, and the city is a cage. It traps in ashen hours and concrete towers, imprisons in the social order : the city's lost its way, madness takes hold today... I can't live under water. I can't live under water. I can't live under water.