Boiled down to bleached white bones and fused Sticks and stones for breakfast again Because we're building a body From the ground up We're building a body of work Stripped of mortal coils of flesh unleashed The meat is off the bone And the tools we use are sticks and stones We want more than dirt and worms Stuck here while the world turns Rise up The world turns Rise up The world turns From darkness into light From stillness into flight Touched through skin United by blood Connected by nerve And the skeletal remains Where do they hide the venom and bile? Haven't had stomachs for a long, long while. We want more than dirt and worms Bone stiff while the Earth turns Without this structure Of script and lyric Of smoke and mirrors And contracts unsigned And contact unkind Our empty battle a collapsed fiction War, and I can't see the enemy Because the enemy is me And death always wins Bone against bone Ground down And from the ground up Building a body Building a body of work Building a body of work Morning, noon and night From stillness into flight