I've been down on bended knee.
I've been found, and now I see.
A light abounds, and it sets men free.
I'm as dead to this world, as it is to me.

Do you hear the sound?
This house is falling down.

I was taught, and I was told
that I was bought, blood and tears for my soul.
Once I fought with lies I told.
I was naught with a mind controlled.

Do you hear the sound?
This house is falling down.
Dust off your crown.
Your kingdom is all around.

And can I even speak these words?
Am I worthy of this flame?
We slaughter our own herd.
We rightfully bear the blame.
Am I clay in your hands?
Can you make me something grand?
Can you shake me and demand
I draw my own lines in the sand?

Do you hear the sound?
This house is falling down.
Dust off your crown.
Your kingdom is all around.