Destruction of a Statue (Live in Paris)

As I look up to you
A cold, carved stone
That I look up to for guidance

Now you're lost, smashed to pieces
By this hammer I have

With this, I swear you'll crumble
Reaping what I have
Cold, cry

Your face, your guidance won't be in vain
Last time

Your face, not again
Forget your face?

I count this watching
Crumbling down from the sky

And with this hammer, you will crumble
From the sky, you will crumble
From the sky, destroy such beauty
Count the lies on my own fingertips
Destroy such beauty

Death awaits
Destroy such beauty
Please forgive me