Dichotomy IN THIS HOUR THE TOWER SHALL FALL! Initially they rationalized with futile speculations Which brought about their ultimately fatal calculations They sewed their own eyes shut To protect them from the light Closed the doorway of their minds Barred and sealed it tight Their foolish hearts were darkened Their vacant minds deceived The lies that they exchanged for truth Became all that they believed They exchanged the incorruptible For the image of fallen man Worshiped creature rather than creator The image rather than his hand The heavens wait in silence For the coming of the end As man perfects his own imperfection Destruction closes in In the grave they chose to make their beds Now all that they've created Comes crashing down, down, down upon their heads Death is waiting IN THIS HOUR THE TOWER SHALL FALL!