abel. Thats right, finishing where we left off. Making tower meet sky so you can play dice with the Man and Woman Upstairs. Our building plans are universal, so just tear your tongue out right now cause you wont need it. And while youre at it, take your tattered cultural baggage, fill it with soul candy, and tack it to the celestial. This is gonna be a party, and well beat that cultural piņata until it rains. Babel speaks your language. Babel stands with you toe to toe and eye to eye. Babel always turns the other cheek. Babel begs you to dip your hand in and rip out our hearts. Theyre yours. But Babel demands allegiance. To be our master, you must be our slave. For we are the generals who know too much to lead, the foot soldiers who know too much to follow. Join our ranks. The weak well make our kings. Of the strong? Well make them our fools. Babel invites you to get nekkid and boogie to the universal beat - stone on stone in an endless rhythm to the heavens.