Virile

On the long hike through
Blue Ridge Mountains
I can feel the earth
Overtake my skin
And I realize none
Of this matters
Cause I will return
To dust and matter
Cheers to the patriarchs
And the marble arch
Playin the part
The gatekeepers march
Desperate for passing grades
The virility fades
Youve got the wrong guy
You wanna slip right in
Amp up the masculine
Youve got the wrong idea, son
Dear son
We pick our own prisons
To stake dominion over all that one surveys
Is the virile, viral way
Heres to the boys
And the noise
Playin the part
The gatekeepers march
Desperate for passing grades
The virility fades
Youve got the wrong guy
You wanna fit right in
Amp up the masculine
Youve got the wrong 'I'
Too much is not enough
Too much is not enough
Youve got the wrong idea, son
Dear, son
You pick your own prison
You want dominion to make minions of the stars
Made up of what you are
Are, are, are, are, are, are
You are, are, are, are, are
Desperate for passing grades
The virility fades
Youve got the wrong guy
You wanna fit right in
Amp up the masculine
Youve got the wrong idea, son