summit Lyrics

It's lonely at the top of the mountain

Patients wandering around in circles

In melting hospital gowns

The snow caps are melting right into our mouths

Give or take five hundred years, until our summits collide

My friend, I'll be right here

I'm only eight

But it's too late

To find a job

In my withered state

And to be free

What does that have to do with me?

The ravens won

It's ten to none

A blade of grass

Against the sun

Lobotomize me now

Lobotomize me now

Tell our mother that I'm sorry

I'm not much use inside this body

Heavy avalanches of white smoke

For our dearly departed

Frying in our lungs

The casualties won't be enough

I say it's true

And like the dogs we left alone

We'll all die in the summer cold