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