Where the light burns a little brighter   Where the shadows dance on the walls   Where holy men hide their holy secrets   The sacredness of life is sold   Standing under gold and silver   I see the procession rise   Seated in his thrown of power   He proceeds to close his eyes      They try but the stone has broken   They try but the ceiling falls   They try but there's no momentum   They try but don't we all      na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,    na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na