[Intro - Single Synth Pad, Female Vocal Whisper]
There is a floor
Beneath the floor
You knelt on every Sunday
And it was never His

[Verse 1]
You sang the hymns, you bowed the head
You said the creed your fathers said
The pulpit cold, the prayer worn thin
The candle lit, the heart turned in

But underneath the marble stone
A Greek had built another throne
He never wrote a single psalm
But every steeple sang his song

[Pre-Chorus]
He was not the architect
But he laid the floor
And every word your preacher learned
Was tuned to Plato's door

[Chorus]
This is what Plato built
Sixteen hundred years of stone
A god you cannot blame
An evil never owned
A body you must hate
A matter you must flee
A truth above the Truth
The Form they cannot see
This is what Plato built
And you sang along

[Verse 2]
The bed you shared, you called it shame
The widow's tears, the church called blame
The God who said "I form the dark"
You softened to a lower mark

The cause of evil pushed away
To human will, to disarray
But Isaiah wrote a different word
And every steeple turned away

[Pre-Chorus]
He was not the architect
But he laid the floor
And every flinch your pulpit had
Was guarding Plato's door

[Chorus]
This is what Plato built
Sixteen hundred years of stone
A god you cannot blame
An evil never owned
A body you must hate
A matter you must flee
A truth above the Truth
The Form they cannot see
This is what Plato built
And you sang along

[Bridge - Building, Synths Opening]
But there is a floor beneath the floor
A thought before the stone
A Mind that authored matter
And called the matter home

He gave us bodies, called them good
He created light AND dark
He set His love on you by name
And signed it with the scar

Keep the idealism
Throw the law away
The Mind that holds the universe
Is personal and knows your face

And every ruined chapel beam
Is held by sovereign grace

[Final Chorus - Wide, Major Resolution]
This is what He built
Everything a thought
Sustained by living will
Authored by a Word
The body and the soul
Both honored and both held
The evil and the good
By His hand decreed
This is what He built
And love is what holds on

[Outro - Slow Fade to Single Voice]
There is a floor
Beneath the floor
You knelt on every Sunday
And He has been there all along
He has been there all along
He has been there
All along