Where the light burns a little brighter

Where the shadows dance on the walls

Where holy men hide their holy secrets

The sacredness of life is sold

Standing under gold and silver

I see the procession rise

Seated in his thrown of power

He proceeds to close his eyes



They try but the stone has broken

They try but the ceiling falls

They try but there's no momentum

They try but don't we all



na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,

na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na