See the man
Who stands upon the hill
He dreams of all the battles won
But fate had left its scars upon his face
With all the damage they had done

And so, time with age
It turns the page
Let the flesh
Submit itself to gravity

Let our bodies lay
Mark our hearts with shame
Let our blood in vain
You find God in pain

Now, if your convictions were a passing phase
May your ashes feed the river in the morning rays
And as the vermin crawls
We lay in the foundations of decay

He was there
The day the towers fell
And so he wandered down the road
And we would all build towers of our own
Only to watch the roots corrode

But it's much too late
You're in the race
So we'll press
And press 'til you can't take it anymore

Let our bodies lay
Mark our hearts with shame
Let our blood in vain
You find God in pain

And if, by his own hand, his spirit flies
Take his body as a relic to be canonized
Now
And so he gets to die a saint, but she will always be the whore

(You look stressed out)

Against faith (cage all the animals)
Against all life ('cause the message must be pure)
Against change (you can wander through the ruins)
We are plagued (but the poison is the cure)

You must
Fix your heart
And you must build
An altar where it swells

When the storm it gains
And the sky, it rains
Let it flood, let it flood
Let it wash away

And as you stumble through your last crusade
Will you welcome your extinction in the morning rays?
And as the swarming calls, we lay in the foundations

Yes, it comforts me much more
Yes, it comforts me much more
To lay in the foundations of decay

Get up, coward!