I heard the thunder and lightning
 [bad word] by your tower today
 and though the world wasn’t frightened
 you sent the whole world away
 and now you cower there alone in your tower of tears
 every step and every stone filled with millions of fears
 your poison blood and brittle bones
 start to clutter and crack
 beneath your [bad word] of a home

cut down by the [bad word] and the crass fold
 catch [bad word] from the mighty and high
 ain’t nowhere left for the good to go
 no [bad word] in a world full of lies
 our unforgiving fettered foes fumbling stumble around
 gather all their greed to go back to their hole in the ground
 to wash their hands of all the blood begged borrowed and stole
 to keep a good man down

shake the hands of holy ghosts
 dance along an ivory coast
 share your flesh with passing shadows
 on a bed of broken hopes
 be sure to breath in deeply every bit of sin
 that your lungs can hold
 [bad word] all your [bad word] actions back home

why do we cry cry our eyes out
 in them low lowly graves
 mourning all the times
 we would’ve could’ve should’ve had our way
 we were hard hearted heathens
 to their soul saving saints
 spilling blood in the same God’s holy name
 we were the heathens to their saints
 spilling blood in the same God’s holy name

shake the hands of holy ghosts
 dance along an ivory coast
 share your flesh with passing shadows
 on a bed of broken hopes
 be sure to breath in deeply every bit of sin
 that your lungs can hold
 [bad word] all your [bad word] actions back home