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