Fallen one on the ground. Fallen one to be seen.
And you go spit on it just to prove to yourself that you're the one without fear.
Convince yourself that you're brave and that you'll never fall.
But you know it's not real and you know that someday it will come to
ask you about the soul you've sold.
Fallen one on the ground. Fallen under your feet.
And you show your courage shooting in his face.
Now you feel like a winner and they're chanting you hymns.
You built your damn empire but the fallen breaths.
And you know it's not real and you know that someday it will come to
ask you about the soul you've sold.
As you preach it's dead and gone I can feel it in the deep heart's core.