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
He turns the page
Let the flesh
Submit itself to gravity

Let our bodies lay while our hearts we'll save
Let our blood invade if I die in vain
Now, if your convictions were a passing faith
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 rooms corrode

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

Let our bodies lay while our hearts we'll save
Let our blood invade if I die in vain
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

(Let's flip out!)
Against faith (antihero)
Against all life (as if it must be pure)
Against change (wander through the ruins)
We are free (the guiltiness is yours)

You must fix your heart
And you must build an altar where it rests
When the storm decays and the sky it rains
Let it flood, let it flood, let it wash away
And as we stumble through your last crusade
When 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!