Babylon,
Where bricks of mortared diamonds tower,
Sailor's lust and swagger blazing in moon's beams,
Whose laser gaze penetrates this sparkling theater of excess and strobed lights.
Painted whores, sexual gladiators, fiercely old party children,
All wake from their slumber to début the Bacchanal.
Come to the light! Into the light! The INVISIBLE ... light!OOOooooh.
