Saint knows the Sinner Where pride tries to win The feeling of the flesh Pride won't feel regardless Cannot feel enjoyment Too proud to beg Telling what they want to hear Not what the man fears Bury me, like a thing of shame, I don't feel anymore Can you see, I don't care, pride goes before a fall Pride goes before a fall I must own my shame I have been to blame I must confess Guilty, as i was before To prove what I did To you, it was wrong When beasts could speak King would flee Flesh of his flesh Spirit of his spirit So tired and grey Cinderella died today