Where will you run when your kingdom falls?

Will you think of the world?

Where will you hide when your saviour laughs in your face-

At the joke you've made of his name?



Here in this world how would you know

What the angels look like?

Here are my wings, flightless and tired of the burden



When things fall by the wayside

I have my faith in reason



What a man tells a man becomes institution

In your book of dead words

And it never ever fails how the idiots prevail

Or at least outnumber us



Here in this world how would you know

What the angels look like?

Here are my wings, flightless and tired of the burden



When things fall by the wayside

You have no reason for faith



Wise men still seek him now

But i'm skeptic of the holy epileptics

And the seers of visions

And the mocking of a fabulous fairy tale



Here in this world how would you know

What the angels look like?

Here are my wings, flightless and tired of the burden



When things fall by the wayside

I have my faith

You have fallen by the wayside