Condemn the believers
Stop the music playing loud and clear
Distort now their visions
And pull down the shutters, for damnation is near
For damnation's near
Point now your finger of scorn
Raise the anger of the critic's pen
Come down in a favour
Make the break given the chance to win
Given the chance to win
Given the chance to win
The jury stands in judgement
The writing's on my wall
Writing's on the wall
And though they stand in silence
He's heading for the fall
He's heading for the fall
Oh, they think that I'm something else
They think I'll fall
They've go to be on the devil's side
Oh here they go
Break it up
We have got to stop it
The jury stands in judgement
The writing's on my wall
Writing's on the wall
And though they stand in silence
He's heading for the fall
Oh they're heading for the fall
Condemn the believers
Stop the music playing loud and clear
Distort now their visions
And pull down the shutters, for damnation is near
For damnation's near
Gave them their chances
They fell to the ground
I gave them all they had
But they were not around
They could not love
They could not love
Oh, they fell to the ground
And I'm coming home
