It's not the first words, but the last straw
While catching secrets on the deep end
Lock it in the iron cast we set
Finding shelter in the lion's den
So I'll build you up just to let you down
My lonely monument
And I'll build you up just to let you down
My only monument
To the swell, we march with perfect form
At this base of wishful thinking
Bridged with hush, enlightened instrument
And we're playing in this lion's den
So I'll build you up just to let you down
My lonely monument
And I'll build you up just to let you down
My only monument

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