This building is barely standing on its own foundation
On its own foundationI've collapsed its lungs
Calloused its heart, sucked the life out of this
For all of Sunday to see, for all of Sunday to seeI've collapsed its lungs
Calloused its heart, sucked the life out of this
For all of Sunday to see, for all of Sunday to seeEverything [Incomprehensible] they believe, they believe
I've taken the breath out of everything they hold true
Everything they hold truePreaching to the deaf and blind, no one sees my effort
Preaching to the deaf and blind, no one gets the point
No one sees my effort, no one gets the pointWelcome to my dying home, dying home
Welcome inside these crumbling walls
A meaningless handshake greets them all
With smiles of false hopeWelcome to my dying home, dying home
Welcome inside these crumbling wallsDo I even care as I watch a sea of people
Dwindling into an audience of skin and bones
An audience who doesn't have the strength to walk out
On a man who has tarnished their faithEverything [Incomprehensible] they believe, they believe
I've taken the breath out of everything they set forPreaching to the deaf and blind, no one sees my effort
Preaching to the deaf and blind, no one gets the point
Songwriters
Matthew Wilson Greiner;Dustin Chad Davidson;William Jacob Luhrs;John Benjamin Brubaker;Brent Gerald RamblerPublished by
THIRSTY MOON RIVER PUBLISHING INC.