[Verse 1]

Men, like ants

Run past

The toppling bricks

And the face of wrath

Futile is the work of men

Metal, stone, and words will all bend

[Chorus]

On thy knees now

We fall with what we build

On thy knees now

We fall with what we build

On thy knees now

We fall with what we build

On thy knees now

[Verse 2]

Accumulate

Around the base

And count each blessing

Though it seems too late

Fell upon our heads

Our supposed strength

Echolalia in the baby’s breath

Babbling into the belly and fed

[Chorus]

On thy knees now

We fall with what we build

On thy knees now

We fall with what we build

On thy knees now

We fall with what we build

On thy knees now

[Verse 3]

Men, like ants

Run past

The toppling bricks

The face of

Wrath