The Wait 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