| 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 stone | |
| And raise the anger of the critics pen | |
| Come down in favor | |
| And make the break | |
| Given the chance to win | |
| Given the chance to win | |
| Given the chance to win | |
| The jury stands in jugdement | |
| The writing's on my wall | |
| The writing's on the wall | |
| And though they stand in silence | |
| It's heading for my fall | |
| Oh, it's heading for the fall | |
| The jury stands in judgement | |
| The writing's on my wall | |
| The writing's on the wall | |
| And though they stand in silence | |
| They're heading for the fall | |
| They're heading for the fall | |
| Condemn the believers | |
| Stop the music from 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 ground | |
| I gave them all they had | |
| But they were not unbound | |
| They could not love | |
| They could not love | |
| Oh, they fell to the ground |