White Mountain

from Twenty-Something Mutant Nobodies by Brown Bags

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lyrics

You saw it standing there capped in white powder. Its lonely peak was beckoning hour after hour. You were feeling pretty down so at night you decided to climb. You woke up in the morning right back where you started with needles in your skull wondering why you had departed. Yeah, not the greatest plan, but it seemed a good idea at the time. Still, you couldn’t stop thinking about those walls of solid granite. Convinced some sorry rubes it went down just like you planned it. You sounded like a prophet so they all came along for the ride. Now they get up with the dawn, their bewildered heads aching. They admire your stoicism, but can’t tell that you’re faking. It’s a smokescreen that’s obscuring every doubt that you carry inside.

Don’t pretend that you comprehend.
Don’t lie again. I know where you’ve been.
White Mountain

Your servants stifle a groan.
The cold wind cuts to the bone.
But they won’t hear you complain.

It keeps you numb to the pain that you feel but refuse to recognize. You tell me you’re not sad but I can see it in your eyes. The illusion you’ve constructed for yourself has begun wearing thin. So plod onwards and hope that no one pays attention. Let them believe this strategy was your invention. You’ve come too far to quit and goddamned be the cost of your sin. (In the end you’ll always descend White Mountain)