Remove your crown

Self appointed king

Master of deceit

Dragged bodies through

The streets

Stones to throw

Heavy cross to bear

Face behind a mask

Facing a silent collapse



Oh preacher

Tell your flock they

Don‘t stand tall

The higher the structure

You build

The further it falls



Concealed poison on lips

Of lovers

They‘ll bring us to our knees

Shake the earth eternally

Condemn the broken

Accept the weak

Now whose turn is it to turn

The other cheek



Oh preacher

Tell your flock they don‘t stand

Tall

The higher the structure

You build

The further it falls



If ever you need light

Step into the dark and

Look behind



Oh preacher

Tell your flock they

Shall not fall

Turn away

Hide your face

Hide your face so they can‘t

See past your lying eyes



Oh preacher

Tell your flock they

Don‘t stand tall

The higher the structure

You build

The further it falls