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 doneAnd so, tired with age
He turns the page
Let the flesh
Submit itself to gravityLet our bodies lay
While our hearts will stay
Let our blood invade
If I die in painNow, 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 decayHe 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 corrodeBut it's much too late
You're in the race
So we'll press
And press 'til you can't take it anymoreLet our bodies lay
While our hearts we'll save
Let our blood invade
If I die in painAnd 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 (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 restsWhen the storm decays
And the sky, it rains
Let it flood, let it flood
Let it wash awayAnd 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 foundationsYes, it comforts me much more
Yes, it comforts me much more
To lay in the foundations of decayGet up, coward!
Composição: Gerard Way / Ray Toro / Mikey Way / Frank Iero.
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