A king has fallen down to his knees
He is begging to the Lord, oh, please
I've done no wrong
I've done no wrong
Though the Lord sings him this song
Oh, you have got the builders mixed up
They pray for your fall
And you don't want that tower to fall
That tower to fall
The cruel force of man is broken down
Burn the temple, let people breakdown
They spilt the wine
They so spill whine
Walls must crumble, boys must grow
A glimmering hope is felt across
This is no tale of a Friday cross
Appointed he
Though they all flee
For in vain, he will remain
Oh, you have got the builders mixed up
They prayed for your fall
And you just let that tower to fall
That tower to fall
Oooh
And you just let that tower to fall
That tower to fall
You said you were invincible
And you said you were invisible
But you're meek