You build a world designed to fall
Your stumbling faith has laid to rest
The breathing dark has made you calm
Your vanity and greed, relinquish now what you have claimed to be
The bright of day, embrace beginning
The fallen grace and none has won
Advance to break new ground
Resurrection will resound
The sad display and bitter clinging
When time is done your hope has gone
When [bad word] [bad word] around
Then shed the thorny crown
The broken mind will keep you calm
stumbling dream is laid to rest
You build a world designed to fall
Surrender your disease, and fragments of what you have claimed to be