building an empire
with gold stolen from Bathsheba
sinking traitors
with stones from the city walls
happiness cast in ballots
your horse lives another day
traders offer their souls
in return for their
gifts to unfold
delirium
delirium
delirium
delirium
caught up in crossfire
hearing voices from down below
throwing rocks at the prophets
spitting back their bitter words
happiness claimed by a few
your horse falls
on broken ground
sinners offer their souls
in return for their
gifts to unfold
delirium
delirium
delirium
delirium
noone believes in you no more
you only come to us
after we fall
and as the sky reflects our
burning walls
you'll only sing our praises
after we fall
delirium
delirium
delirium
delirium
noone believes in you no more
you only come to us
after we fall
and as the sky reflects our
burning walls
you'll only sing our praises
after we fall
delirium
delirium
delirium
delirium