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