As the City Burns by Minsk Lyrics

Can we transgress that sacred melody, that once lulled single selves into solidity?
Can we dance and dismiss right-eousness joyously, and wander and err and proceed aimlessly?
There's no king of the mountain for it's crumbled you see
And no one ascends to the top of the heap, for the logic of mastery has failed miserably
Let us now wander, lose (our)selves as we dance
We'll light a pyre for reality and all things dead, perchance
As children we'll surface ripped lose from these millstones, and mourn as we celebrate, wander, and dance