Gather up the sentiments
They are your firewood
And strip them of their relevance
There is no greater good
That's worth the risk
On Earth, that is
So pure to last
So pure to last
Oh, consumate confessional
In towers of what you feel
I've boarded all the windows up
With glittering ideals
Such perfect views
Such perfect views
But it's not enough
Enough for you
Go squander petty victories
With eager legionnaires
And drown your little histories
In your sorrow and theirs
Not worth the risk
On Earth, it is
Not build to last
Not pure to last
So pure to last