Up up
And behind your breath
Up up up
....
He up
Up and behind your breath
His face takes it's place
Behind whats left
You wait for it
It will not come
These things are hidden
In the rest of the son
....
Flatter yourself not
All your noise come to naught
Endless ending endless
Collection of plagues
Brought down on the median ground
....
Up up 
and behind your breath
up up up
....
scorch the earth
ruined lives entire
of all the architects grand
this ones the liar
but my king
my king 
shows his hands
....
up up
and behind your breath
up up up
....
a golden rod
to measure the city
the city, it's gates, it's walls
every breath here a call to prayer
we as we as
children there