Virile
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Aah
On the long hike through
Blue ridge mountains
I can feel the earth
Overtaking my skin
And I realize now
That none of this matters
'Cause I will return
To dust and matter
Cheers to the patriarchs
And the marble arch
Playin' their part
The gatekeeper's march
Desperate for passing graves
The virility fades
You've got the wrong guy
You wanna slip right in
Amp up the masculine
You've got the wrong idea, son
Dear son
We pick our own prisons
To stake dominion over all that one surveys
Is the virile kind of way
Play to the course
And the noise
Played the part
That can't keep us loved
Just before passing graves
The virility fades
You've got the wrong guy
You wanna fit right in
Amp up the masculine
You've got the wrong eye
Too much is not enough
Too much is not enough
You've got the wrong eye
Tearsome death, oh
And you pick your own prison
You want dominion to make minions of the stars
Made up of what you are
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
You're all, all, all, all, all, all
Just before passing graves
The virility fades
You've got the wrong guy
You wanna fit right in
Amp up the masculine
You've got the wrong eye
Tearsome
Aah
On the long hike through
Blue ridge mountains
I can feel the earth
Overtaking my skin
And I realize now
That none of this matters
'Cause I will return
To dust and matter
Cheers to the patriarchs
And the marble arch
Playin' their part
The gatekeeper's march
Desperate for passing graves
The virility fades
You've got the wrong guy
You wanna slip right in
Amp up the masculine
You've got the wrong idea, son
Dear son
We pick our own prisons
To stake dominion over all that one surveys
Is the virile kind of way
Play to the course
And the noise
Played the part
That can't keep us loved
Just before passing graves
The virility fades
You've got the wrong guy
You wanna fit right in
Amp up the masculine
You've got the wrong eye
Too much is not enough
Too much is not enough
You've got the wrong eye
Tearsome death, oh
And you pick your own prison
You want dominion to make minions of the stars
Made up of what you are
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
You're all, all, all, all, all, all
Just before passing graves
The virility fades
You've got the wrong guy
You wanna fit right in
Amp up the masculine
You've got the wrong eye
Tearsome
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Writer(s): Moses Sumney, Thomas Gallo
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