Where will you run when your kingdom falls?

Will you think of the world?

Where will you hide when your savior 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, 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

Wayside now

You have fallen

By the wayside

The wayside