“If this was God’s doing, then I want no part of it
I will not kneel on wooden beams come Sunday morning
Just to praise he who has shut me out from you
We bloodied our hands brick by brick and I would have
Pushed myself over the edge to see our monument finished
Curse that God who has halted our construction
Crumbling our tower before our very eyes
For I cannot see you and you do not understand me”