(Verse 1)

I sat with a Saint in the Court of the Cold,

She was buying salvation with silver and gold.

She showed me a statue that wept in the square,

And told me that suffering answers a prayer.

"You must bleed to be holy," the Iron Priests say,

"You must break all your bones to see the light of the day."

But I looked at the altar, all polished and clean,

And I saw the machine... behind the machine.

They sell you the sickness, then lease you the cure,

And tell you the water is poison, unless it is pure.

(Verse 2)

I drank with a King on the back of a Beast,

Watching the sand-oceans roll to the East.

He whispered of deities holding the sky,

Who demand that we crawl, or demand that we fly.

But I’ve seen the records, I’ve read the old stone,

There are gods who are sitting on a rented throne.

There are gods who are petty, and gods who are bored,

Who trade in the plague and who trade in the sword.

They play with the pawns, and they cheat at the dice,

And they built up a paradise... made out of ice.

(Chorus)

So don't look up, darling, the view is a lie,

There is nothing but cold in the center of the sky.

You don't climb the ladder to get out of the pit,

You build a new floor... and that’s where you sit.

The point isn't flying, the point isn't grace,

The point is the dirt on the lines of your face.

We don't rise above it to vanish in blue,

We ascend... when we push...

We ascend... when we push...

We ascend when we push... right through.

(Verse 3)

I walked with a Man who had Gray in his name,

Who looked at the heavens and blew out the flame.

He didn't carry a scripture, he didn't cast spells,

He just silenced the choirs and shattered the bells.

I saw the great idols, the Pre-Golden Kings,

The Serpents of History with thousands of wings.

They looked at his shadow, and they started to shake,

For they knew he was real... and they knew they were fake.

He cleared off the table, he emptied the room,

And showed us that godhood... is just a fancy tomb.

(Bridge)

And even the loud ones, the ones with the thunder,

Are terrified of what is waiting down under.

They look at the Abyss, at the dark and the deep,

And they realize that they have promises to keep.

The stars are just eyes that are blinking in fear,

Wishing that they could be standing down here!

Because we have the bread, and we have the wine,

And we have the moments that they define as divine!

We have the touch, and we have the scars,

And we are much warmer than any of the stars!

(Verse 4)

So let the Queen scrub at the stones on the floor,

And let the locked Fixer knock at the door.

Let the girl in the collar sew silk in the night,

They are holding the truth, and they are holding the light.

Destiny isn't a path you are shown,

It’s the weight of the marrow inside of your bone.

It’s the kiss in the alley, the coin in the jar,

It’s knowing exactly... who you are.

(Chorus)

So don't look up, darling, the view is a lie,

There is nothing but cold in the center of the sky.

You don't climb the ladder to get out of the pit,

You build a new floor... and that’s where you sit.

The point isn't flying, the point isn't grace,

The point is the dirt on the lines of your face.

We don't rise above it to vanish in blue,

We ascend... when we push...

We ascend... when we push...

We ascend when we push... right through.

(Outro)

The ceiling is glass.

And the glass is thin.

Don't ask to get out.

Just invite the world... in.