This is your story: a man whose pride would bring him down,
Thought you were holy, but you were just a fool who hit the ground,
You were sitting on your couch, a cigarette dangled from your mouth,
You were lecturing on the state of art,
You’re so beautiful back then, a vision for all to see,
‘Til the dogs of Babylon brought you to your knees.
Do you remember before the fall?
Do you remember before the fall?
Well, you gave so much, but you never asked yourself why,
A martyr for the truth would embrace a few deadly little lies,
A voice of one calling out in the desert,
A prophet with no honour in his own land,
You were seduced by the wonder of your invention and laid low by a flick of God’s hand.
But do you remember before the fall?
Do you remember before the fall?
You saw what you wanted,
Yes, you wanted it all, (yeah, yeah)
But do you remember before the...before the...before the fall?
Do you remember before the fall?
You saw what you wanted,
Yes, you wanted it all,
Oh, your spirit was soaring,
You said you’d heard the call,
But do you remember before the...before the...before the fall?
Before the fall,
Before the fall, (before the fall)
Before the fall, (before the fall)
Before the fall. (before the fall)
