1. Thirty and Seven

You are infatuated with what consumes you. Put the victim on the front lines and left for dead. Stop acting like there’s no... no other option but to let the waves carry you away. Can you hold the water responsible for your wayward behavior, any more than it blames you for its gripping currents? Erase the proof... erase the proof but your shame will remain. Your shame will remain... will remain... Your shame will remain. Your shame will remain. Your mind is the mountain before you. Will you always need someone to hold your hand, and talk... talk you through... you through the night’s shadows? It’s so much easier to fight this war when you’re the last in line... when you’re the last in line. Can you hold the water... can you hold the water responsible for your wayward behavior, any more than it blames you for its gripping currents? What will you become? What will become of you? What will you become? What will become of you? Your mind is the mountain before you. You’ve reached the summit, now transcend the skies. You’ve reached the summit, now transcend the skies.

 

 

2. Existence (watch live video)

This hollow feeling, the knowledge that you exist amidst your insecurities. Cover up only to coward out, and never shutting up only to never speak aloud. Have you dried up entirely? The walls of a church don’t make it holy. It’s what’s authentic that completes the sum of its parts. Don’t excuse yourself from life today on the pretense of your past... You’re hurt. You’re broken. That’s alright. This might be what it takes to wake you up. This might be what it takes to wake you up. Are you at your wits end yet? Are you at your wits end... (wits end yet)... yet...? Are you at your wits end... are you at your wits end yet? The walls of a church don’t make it holy. Security isn’t glitzy or glamorous, concrete or cohesive. Therein lies the truth. Lift your head up high... It’s what we know we aren’t, that makes us who we are. It’s what we know we aren’t, that makes us who we are. You’re hurt. You’re broken. That’s alright. That makes us who we are (who we are). You’re hurt. You’re broken. That’s alright. That makes us who we are.

 

3. Ocean of Apathy

Go... Everything looks the same. It’s all so watered down. Where does our anchor lie? Where does our anchor lie? Yeah... There’s no identity in other’s insecurities. We’re told everything will be alright. Hush up, sit tight while sold a science and proved what’s impossible... what’s impossible. Hush up, sit tight while sold a science and proved what’s impossible. Hold up. Hold on. Let’s go. It might really hurt this time. Hold up. Hold on. Let’s go. It might really hurt this time. Hold on.... Hold up. Hold on. Let’s go. It might really hurt this time. Let’s go. Why are we led by a misled generation? Everything true and complete is cut out... Everything true and complete is cut out, and swept under the floor boards, left to drown... left to drown in an.... ocean... ocean... ocean... of apathy. We can fight the current, but we can’t climb the waterfall... Why are we led by a misled generation, left to drown in an ocean... ocean... ocean... of apathy? Ocean... ocean... ocean... of apathy?

 

5. Marianas Trench

This ship is sinking, deeper and deeper. We’ve abandoned this vessel and left the captain for dead. Waves thirst for our passing. Waves thirst for our passing. Prepare for the struggle. Prepare to engage. Our armor tight to the skin, this shield it bears His name. We are strapped to the teeth, but our swords are lodged tightly in our throats. We are going under. We cannot swim under these conditions. We’re drowning quicker and quicker. We cannot swim, we cannot swim, we can’t swim under these conditions. We are drowning quicker and quicker. We cannot swim, we cannot swim under these conditions.... We have become what we have feared (We have become what we have feared), being one with this world. We’ve become one with this world. Yeah... Pray for Heaven’s titans to rain down, and spare us the pain. We’re going under. We’re going under. Pray for Heaven’s titans to rain down, and spare us the pain. We’re going under. We’re going under. Under, under, under, under...

 

 

6. The Escape Artist

Open your closed mind. (Open your closed mind.) Close your open mouth. You’re pushing more than you’re pulling. Every word that you say passes through my... Open your closed mind. Close your open mouth. You’re pushing more than you’re pulling. Every word that you say passes through my... ears... before it even escapes your lips. No one learns from someone they hate. Your mouth is like a grenade. No one learns from someone they hate. Your mouth is like a grenade, blowing everyone away... Oh... How many have you pushed away, and how many have you saved? How many have you pushed away, and how many have you saved? Pick and choose based on a face, but it’s all in the heart. Pick and choose based on a face, but it’s all in the heart that carries weight. Don’t judge until you’ve taken it all in, ’cause in the end you’ll pray to stay above the flames... Open your closed mind and close your open mouth. You’re pushing more, you’re pushing more than you are pulling. Every word that you say passes through my ears before it even escapes, before it even escapes... Open your closed mind (Open your closed mind) and close your open mouth. You’re pushing more, you’re pushing more than you are pulling... Open your closed mind and close your open mouth. You’re pushing more, you’re pushing more than you are pulling. Open your closed mind and close your open mouth. You’re pushing more, you’re pushing more than you are pulling. Open your closed mind and close your open mouth. You’re pushing more, you’re pushing more than you are pulling.

 

7. Indonesia
(feat. clean sung guest vocals by Tommy Rogers of Between The Buried And Me)

This plane’s going down in flames, and this time there’s no black box to capture your last words. A situation we can’t make any sense of. Sacrifice costs all of us everything. This is the time to turn down our heads and turn up our hearts. There’s no scale to...(there’s no scale to...) balance this out. Some say may those who curse days, curse this day. There’s no scale to...(there’s no scale to...) balance this out. Ouh... How does a man wrap his mind around eternity, when he can’t even...(when he can’t even...) explain his own...(explain his own...) composition? Don’t you see it’s bigger than you? He sleeps in the mountains of Indonesia, and the white on his flag brings colors to shame, colors to shame. He sleeps in the mountains of Indonesia, and the white on his flag brings colors to shame, colors to shame... The earth will swallow the water. The clouds refill the oceans. The earth will swallow the water and spit out. The clouds will refill, refill the oceans. The earth will swallow... Old mountains will crumble... ...the water and spit out. ...and stronger ones will rise. The clouds will refill... This is the portrait... ...refill the oceans. ...of the humble and broken. This plane crashed down in flames...(down in flames...) with a man who lived, who died, to better this world. David, rest in peace. He sleeps in the mountains of Indonesia, and the white on his flag brings colors to shame, colors to shame. He sleeps in the mountains of Indonesia, and the white on his flag brings colors to shame, colors to shame.

In loving memory of David Clapper; you are an inspiration.

Matt Greiner (drums) in an interview in Hopecore Magazine - July 2009 (Issue #2) (FREE Download):
"[...] One of the songs, entitled "Indonesia", is about a friend of mine that passed away in a tragic accident. His name was David Clapper, father of four children, happily married for over 20 years, a missionary to a remote tribe in Indonesia. He owned a small single engine plane, which he’d fly injured folks in from their tribe to the nearest hospital, a four-hour flight away. He was returning one evening from the hospital after dropping off the latest patient that day and got caught in a terrible windstorm on the way home. The storm blew his plane into the side of a mountain where he was pinned beneath the plane and died shortly thereafter. I had jotted down something at church the night before finding out about the accident, and it was eerily similar to the story of the plane, the missionary, and the family left behind. "Indonesia" tells the story of a family who surrendered all they had to minister to a remote tribe, the story of a husband and father killed in a tragic accident, and most importantly, the story of a widower and four children that kept their faith in God, even when all seemed lost."
[...] You mentioned that you wrote something down in regards to that same plane crash scenario the night before. What do you make of that?
"It was a 24-hour worship and prayer service called Gateway that night the ’story’ came to me. I was on my feet praying when I suddenly felt dizzy and lightheaded. I sat down and felt the need, the prompting, to write something down. I didn’t have anything in particular in mind to write but nevertheless put pen to paper and started jotting words as they came to me. I drove home, went to sleep, woke up the next morning and was told of David Clapper passing away in a tragic plane accident. Instantly I thought of what I had written the night before, the first line of which is, "This plane’s going down in flames, and this time there’s no black box to capture your last words."
I think that God gave me a prophetic word that foreshadowed the news I’d hear the next morning. In addition however, I think He wanted to highlight how the family would react to the news of their father/husband passing away. My favorite line from the song is, "...the white on his flag brings colors to shame." It then goes on to talk about the cycle of life, how the earth will swallow the water and the clouds refill the oceans. David’s family can’t possibly understand why he died that day. But they also can’t fathom eternity; they can’t even explain their own chemical make-up. What’s most profound is that they get it. They understand that they’ll have to settle for now in not knowing why David passed away. They are still living in Indonesia where they’ve devoted their life to ministering to the tribe David died lending his own hand."