Surrender your crown on this blood-stained ground,
Take off your mask.
He sees your deeds, He knows your needs
Even before you ask.
How long can you falsify and deny what is real?
How long can you hate yourself for the weakness you conceal?
Of every earthly plan that is known by man
He is unconcerned.
He's got plans of his own to set up His throne
When He returns.
-Bob Dylan
©1979 Special Rider Music
