Verse 1:
Halo, on your own, none deserving. None fit, all declaring it was always they who cast the first stone.
Chorus:
Halo, hell no. I'd rather burn that follow. Common sense is a coincidence, your arrogance rings hollow.
Verse 2:
Fading, dissipating. What will we do when you're dim, burnt out? Darkness then, moral compass bent, endless wondering to cast that next stone.
Interlude:
Fall down and face the sound that tolls only for you. Fade into the light of the sun.