Don't bow down
Before an empty tomb;
Where a pretty face it makes me stumble.
And another chance is a hidden fall;
A hidden fall...
You made that thing with your hands,
But you kneel down in front of it
And pledge your allegiance and all you own to plastic idols,
And a rubber soul...A rubber soul.
God is in his holy temple,
So let us all be silent.
I worship and adore you my God;
Casting down my treasures to the ground
Making dust of anything that I could set up in your place.
Be thou exalted,
Be thou exalted.
God is in His holy temple,
so let us all be silent.