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Where will you run, when your kingdom falls, will you think, of the world?
Where will you hide, when your saviour laughs, in your face
At the joke you've made of his name?
Here in this world, how would you know, what the angels look like?
Here are my wings, flightless and tired, of the burden
When things fall, by the wayside, wayside now
I have my faith in, reason
What a man tells a man, becomes institution, in your book, of dead words
And it never ever fails, how the idiots prevail or at least, outnumber us?
Here in this world, how would you know, what the angels look like?
Here are my wings, flightless and tired, of the burden
When things fall, by the wayside, wayside now
You have no reason, for faith
Wise men, still, seek him, now, wise men, still, seek him, now
But I'm skeptic of the holy, epileptics and the seers of visions
And the mocking, of a fabulous, fairy tale
Here in this world, how would you know, what the angels look like?
Here are my wings, flightless and tired, of the burden
When things fall, by the wayside, wayside now
I, I have my faith
When things fall, by the wayside
You have, fallen by the wayside, the wayside