I want you to stop
Immortalizing people as gods
Their power over you, in flesh, is imperfect and flawed
Cease your winded wavering
‘Neath the will of a man
Stand up for yourself, you ego
You’re an agent of your own plan
We hear your screamin
From the other end of a dirt road empty
On a tense Monday evenin
Though you think no one is listening
Man is not God of his house
Within cannot withstand without
Beggars and kings may enter
With a crowbar and a couple of rounds
Oh baby
Glass half empty way too often
The king will drink his wine
From his tax-paid goblet
Glass at half says thе jack
With a nefarious smirk
And fingers crossed bеhind his back
A robe reaches the floor
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Mount Sinai Lyrics – Fingerprints of the Gods