- Waking -

"Once again Jason's surroundings are stripped away, revealing a vast street littered with cars and inanimate bodies."

Narrator
The streets of New Babylon
Where towering ancient buildings dominate all
A silence worthy of kings' company
Here awakens a nervous Jason all alone

There are hundreds of people
Each caressing the road
Surrounding him a world so incredibly sublime
As his focus shifts to darkening skies

- Theme of New Babylon -

Narrator
A simple explanation would be welcomed here
But the man within the picture is ignored
Lifeless and deserted are the city streets
The people on the ground are dead

Monday it had always been an ignorant day
Jason used to wish himself away
His wish came true?

Climbing to his feet he's eager to explore
The people of the city unaware
Confusing is the place he's come to occupy
And sinister its content seems to be

Seven towering buildings touch the motionless cloud
As the road it twists and turns and stretches out
Into what?

Motorcars; twisted limbs; fast food stands; broken bones
Everything here is so empty of life and the plot it has yet to unfold

The city lacking conscience maybe lacked too much
The fate it had invited was despair

Jason
Where am I?

Narrator
Market halls; shopping malls; record stores; and so much more
Everything here is so empty of life and the plot it has yet to unfold

- The Book Store -

Narrator
Approaching a book store he sees something strange in the window
Standing behind it a mannequin clutches old paper
Inward he dashes and quickly unfurls it, he's shaking

"For Jason... not to be opened until Christmas!"

His father passed away so long ago
The gift it spoke of never made it home
(made it home)

Jason (vocal panned to the right)
I didn't want you to go
And I would do just anything to see your face
No, I didn't want to let go
Yes I would do just anything to see your face

Narrator
Elegantly poisoned, yes his father slipped away
What better way to hurt someone, to tear someone apart?
A letter, a simple letter, the only thing he left behind
A note to make the angels weep and the devils cry

His mother never really let him go
The letter fuelled her anguish furthermore

Jason
No, I didn't want you to go
And I would do just anything to see your face
No, I didn't want to let go
Yes I would do just anything for you

- Funeral march -

"Jason recalls a ditty his father used to sing."

A Sailor's Song
One went to and two went fro
Toward the sea that they'll soon know
To seek the truth in stormy skies
To say goodbye to their old lives