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 silen
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