The Wait - Times New Viking

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