Babel's Sound from Freaking Obsessions by Irene Sánchez Fernández

I was born to be a miracle,
To turn the pagan into lyrical,
Lord has always been staring at my hands

My vow's to be holy,
Hence, I had to be lonely
Lost in Babel's sound, I can't understand

The tower has been falling,
So I’ve rebuilt it again and again
The voices keep on howling,
But every word they say just sounds insane

Oh, I don't know my shade of blue,
I’m Noppera-bō hue
Oh, now I'm lost at sea with no way through,
Castaway with no ark in view

A peaceful name full of grace,
Meant to shine with calm embrace,
But all that ever brought was war and noise

Reality's shaped by its word
Only what was spared from the plague endured
Oh, exodus is no longer a choice

They laced the stream with a red threat,
Now the water runs through my veins
I dangle like a marionette,
Kenosis left only the pain

Oh, I yearn to have my brain removed,
Self-crucified and bemused
Oh, I crave to tear the scriptures they preached about
To cast off the role I must live out

A messiah wannabe,
A prophet mask by the tree
Offer my soul as a sacrifice,
Rot my heart for a world I despise

Will I leave anything behind
Oh, the longed-for day I die?
A messiah wannabe
With a prophet's mask hanging on the tree

Reality was shaped by my word
Nothing from the plague has endured
I beg you to tell me my shade of blue
I'm sick of this Noppera-bo hue

Lord is staring at my hands
Lost in babel's sound, I can't understand
I'm just a messiah wannabe
With a prophet's mask on the hanging tree

Oh, I was born to be a miracle,
Yet my acts are chemical.
Oh, thus, my eyes can never cry,
And my hands will always be tied

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