Mountains Video (MV)

A crowded room that's filled with whispers, waiting for things to change
Faces come and go, yet mine remains
I am afraid, afraid of change
To see this world in a different light
And although I fear, I am willing to try, to rise from the depths
It's in quiet moments like this that I search for guidance, for you, for a hand to lead me home

Chased by ghosts, down these empty halls
Chased by ghosts, in my head

I can hear you inside of me, tearing and clawing through, begging to be let out
Collective, begin a dissection of our fears
Permeate our flesh and take residence within our minds
We near the summit, our eyes transfix
Fear us, we're climbing step by step
Hand over hand and step by step, let the wind cut and gnaw down to the bone
As the skin of the old is shed to the new, the blood will freeze
And yet, we're closer now than ever before

Now here, we see only a reflection of the men we once were
A shadow of once greater form
And I see nothing but filth
Be still, never again will you walk with a crooked spine
This room no longer bears our name, all whispers damped into nothing, no bearing on our present state
Free from poison, we breathe as one

We're out of the wilderness, and I've never felt so at home