Deadlines marked in stone
In the concrete undergrowth
The son of man is born

Writing on the wall
Pride before the fall

You're not the chosen one
Just a golden child
Of a bastard son
My soul alive
And my kingdom come
I'm the golden child
Of a bastard son

Our glory passed us by
Deceived by vanity
And the God inside your mind

Can you sleep with eyes open wide
When tolerance is dead
Trust is torn to shreds

Writing on the wall
From the past the dead leaves fall

You're not the chosen one
Just a golden child
Of a bastard son
My soul alive
And my kingdom come
I'm the golden child
Of a bastard son

Spread the word
I have arrived

You're not the chosen one
Just a golden child
Of a bastard son
My soul alive
My kingdom come
I'm the golden child
Of a bastard son