Placement

Don't bow down, before an empty tomb

Where a pretty face it makes me stumble

And another chance is a hidden fall, is a hidden fall

You made that thing with your hands

But you kneel down in front of it

Pledge your allegiance and all that you own

To plastic idols and a rubber soul, a rubber soul

God is in his holy temple

So let us all be silent

God is in his holy temple

So let us all be silent let us all be

I worship and adore you, my God

Casting down my treasures to the ground

Making dust of anything that I could set up in your place

Be thou exalted, be thou exalted