You built your castle out of cards, my friend Told the world it’d never bend Turned straw to gold with your twisted tongue But the truth was lost before you’d begun Your high horse limps, on borrowed time Its legs was built on deceit and rhymes The straw you built was soaked in sin And now your crippled house caves from within Spin the straw, make your gold Sell your soul, but the lies get old A house on sand, a preacher’s crown The fallacy crumbles, the world looks down Tell me, child, is your faith still true? Or does the devil build your truths for you? Every thread you weave is torn apart A paper shield, a hollowed heart The straw man stands with a crooked grin But he’ll burn to ash with the wind’s first spin Spin the straw, make your gold Sell your soul, but the lies get old A house on sand, a preacher’s crown The fallacy crumbles, the world looks down Tell me, child, is your faith still true? Or does the devil build your truths for you? Say I’m a sinner, say I’m a clown But you lit the match, to burn me down Tell me, is your faith still true? Or does the devil build your truths for you?
