long, slow road paved in bone talking head, turn off the sound tinitus ring, help us to drown
long, slow road head hung low giant tracks, fifty feet wide brain is dull yet we keep it in stride
all eyes are fixed upon the horizon there's something there that everyone needs it's standing up as some sort of beacon as we fall down to our knees
feed the need, feed the need
is it strange that we are devoted
feed the need, the need is greed
to things that can't return our love (love love)?
behold colossus - towering above all i am colossus - watch as i fall
there's a crowd gathering in its footprint seem that things have gone awry hooks and chains saws and bombs, oh my!
it's coming down like a freight train it's coming down like a hurricane it's gonna lead us to the next age, to our doom
if you need to know a reason for why we're all here i'd like to think it's based on love but truth is something we should fear
so here it is for both the chumps and robber-barons the incestuous inertia of countless generations there's no such thing as infinite ascension all good things come but end in obliteration
colossus rises and colossus falls and there's a monument of rust to remember it all the beacon, the martyr, the boom, and the slaughter destined arrival of hell or high water