What you hold, dear, is a false account

What you hold, dear, offers no salvation

Trust in that, I'm not right for this

Know that I'm not the one to hold you up

I can't hold you, I can't hold you

She will slip, slip away

You will see your downfall

We've put the world onto a dead throne

I am guilty, I have fallen

There are things that have come between you and me

I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry

Let all be put to shame who serve carved images