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, turns the page Let the flesh submit himself to gravity Let our bodies fall On our hearts we stay Now I've got it made If I've got it made Now, if your conditions were a gasping phase May your ashes be the flavor of my morning rage And burn and crawl to the end of the dinctions 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 ruins corrode But it's much too late You're in the race, so oppress Impressive that you can't take it anymore Let our bodies fall On our hearts we stay Now I've got it made If I've got it made Let our bodies fall And let the spirit rise To be funny as a bird To be canonized And so he gets to die A satisfaction with no wasted heart And so I'll get free I'll get alive I'll get free I'll get free And you You must face your heart And you must face your sorrows When a stormy day and a sunny day Let it flood, let it flood Let it wash you away Let it flood, let it flood Let it wash you away And as you struggle through your last restraint When you welcome your extinction The morning breaks And as the storm encompasses the foundation Yes, it comforts me much more Yes, it comforts me much more To lay in the foundations of decay www.mooji.org