Bow down and don't get up
Wind down and keep to yourself
This crown has no runner up
And I'll give you someone to kneel for
With clipped wings of the angels
Our feet swing with our necks in halos
We bleed greed but we don't have a choice
After using our sins to muffle your voice
Ashamed, we won't take the blame for ourselves
With clipped wings of the angels
Our feet swing with our necks in halos
We sow grief into so many lives
Turning bread into blood without water or wine
Ashamed, we won't take the blame for ourselves
Our curtain's thick and red
Our plot is dark and filled with dread
Our stage is empty but seats are full
I am not your entertainer