Mystery Slang - Babel Towers lyrics

They were calling him The cool tone blowing off the damp night air It was almost a song Ego is excellence A winning smile This is Babel Towers The running halls laid open in Manganese blue light His arm was stiffening The whisperings from the whirlpool "shh...he's close...I can smell him Yeah he's real close just over there" He was on the sixty second floor And only two ways down You jump or take the elevator They could stop him on any level If they knew the building well He had to jump It's the only save way The ads would say Down The first ten seconds Was like everyone crying Faster This was sector 12 Babel Towers ...Hey kid come over here Pssst come over here