the people are waiting for this to begin
a variety of reasons unknown
with blood on their hands

i refuse to say anything
i refuse to confess
you know my age means nothing
but their age means less

it's fleeting
misleading
comfortably beyond our reach
pay attention
when we mention
to take those bodies and build that mountain high
they heard of a place
where the senses could go
the already sovereign
boys don't cry you know
they wanted to be free
they were already strong
a nod to the evening
we'll crack you before long

i know you're at home
and you're sitting there
you're old enough to care
doesn't it feel great to feel anything
let's build that mountain now