I'm going to be real: I think Mountainhead is about capitalism. In the context
of the album, "the mountain" is capitalist society, and the way it has been
built is shaping and destroying our world. Unfortunately, when I really read
into these lyrics, I find it much easier to connect it to both the experience of
the COVID-19 pandemic, and generative AI. So I guess that's the reading I have
here. Enjoy.
So we built the mountain By digging an almighty hole And on our backs, we carried every rock and stone But now, the hole is deeper Than anybody ever planned And we're blocking out the sun
I believe in life and terror You believe in killing time By the fingertips, I'm hanging on
Sorry, Satan, but I can't do this evil on my own I haven't left the house in nearly thirty thousand days
I sent you the image of a little yellow face To tell you that I'm sad about the emptiness that's all around me
And I can't stop the ringing in your ears When everything we love becomes a picture of a simulation
It wakes me in the middle of the night I love you like an atom bomb, but I've become a cold reactor
So dark, the supermarket Some of us stayed in the pit Because it felt so comfortable to dwell below
We made the mountain bigger Though we had forgotten why It's a dream I'm in with you
In the night, the sword is hanging Far above the head of man Can you see the steel is glittering?
Sorry, Satan, but I can't do this evil on my own I haven't left the house in nearly thirty thousand days I sent you the image of a little yellow face To tell you that I'm sad about the emptiness that's all around me
And I can't stop the ringing in your ears When everything we love becomes a picture of a simulation It wakes me in the middle of the night I love you like an atom bomb, but I've become a cold reactor
And maybe I'll go missing in the rain If God is in the mountain, he won't answer me a single question Like, "Why does everybody feel the same?" The slow degeneration and the crying out, "Oh, Lord, have mercy"
Just look into my jet-electric eyes And see a blue reflection of a world inside a black dimension
It wakes me in the middle of the night I love you like an atom bomb, but I've become a cold reactor Now you're gonna see what's underneath
I'm sorry, Satan Sorry, Satan, and I can't stop the ringing in your ears When everything we love becomes a picture of a simulation It wakes me in the middle of the night I love you like an atom bomb, but I've become a cold reactor