Из альбома: Dormant Heart
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