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 tired with age, he 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 a whore Against faith (cage all the animals) Against all odds ('cause the message must be pure) Against change (you can wander through the ruins) We are free (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 swarm it 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

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