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