01. The First Words
02. Profit Motive
03. A Dialogue
04. Creation and How I See It
05. Words of the New Prophet
06. Devil Devil
07. Addictionary
08. Braveheart
09. A Middle Ground
10. The Making Of
11. The Sound of Letting Go
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Speaking on the new album’s lyrical direction drummer TJ Sego says: “The entire record is a dialogue; every lyric on the record is in quotations. The entire idea of the record is a conversation between God and man on different subjects. Perseverance, asking questions, dealing with doubt, having different trials like abandonment, a lack of compassion and mercy, etc. It’s a bunch of people and their conversations with God.”
[Sometimes it’s necessary to put things in a very basic, a very plain way...]
"Don’t let ’em make you think... (don’t let ’em make you think) ...let ’em think your doubt is disbelief. [....the facts of life...] It’s time you finally listen to the things I have to say. I’ve been talking with no response. It’s time for your attention. Are you ready to listen? Now listen for what you’ve missed every time before."
"In this conversation with the known unknown. Mouth shut, eyes wide, ready and willing."
"I’ve let open the skies this very night."
"I’ll sit and wait while the stars they take their time. Because I’m starved with empty hands, and I’ve been...I’ve been a broken man... I’ve been a broken man. Oh pilot of pilots come fly me home. I’m coming...coming to say goodnight...I’m coming to say. If I have one more day to live, then I have one more day to fight. If I have one more day then that’s one more day to fight...then that’s one more day to fight. [....] Sometimes it’s just too hard to make myself believe...to make myself believe, that you’ll catch me when I fall... that you’ll catch me when I fall."
"Don’t let ’em make you think...let ’em make you think your doubt is disbelief (...your doubt is disbelief.) Don’t let them make you think your doubt is disbelief. Don’t let them make you think your doubt is disbelief."
"I’m not about to pretend to be something that I’m not. I’m not about to pretend to be something that I’m not. Because I’m starved with empty hands, and I’ve been...I’ve been a broken man... I’ve been a broken man. Oh pilot of pilots come fly me home. I’m coming...coming to say goodnight...I’m coming to say. Oh pilot of pilots come fly me home. Coming to say goodnight...I’m coming to say. If I have one more day to live...one more day..."
["Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away." (James 4:14) Life is indeed fleeting.]
"You gave your life away in hopes for something more. You gave your life away...your life away... Did you think you would find the answer to questions centuries old by sitting on your hands? ...by sitting on your hands? You won’t find your answers."
"Say what you came here to say."
"All eyes are fixed on ruins. If there’s a hope for change to be made then now’s your time to deliver...to deliver. Rise, rise above. The calm is wearing thin. Rise above. I feel this growing. This, this is love. It’s what we’re made for. This is love. We’re never backing down. You gave your life away in hopes for something more. You gave your life away. This time I am so sincere. This time I am so sincere. You blot out the sun with your mouth open wide, and built a spiritless empire to reach your heaven. You’re stumbling, you’re tripping now. How worthless this all seems. And your time is running out. How worthless this all seems. Take an axe to the root, cut out your eye. Take an axe to the root, cut out your eye. The towers crumble. The lowly sing. We all sing... This is me, I know it’s not what you wanted. This is me, my heart is so sincere. This is me, I know it’s not what you wanted. This is me, my heart is so sincere."
"I have become so bitter that it has reached my core. I have become so bitter that it has reached my core, but every day brings a battle that I can’t win. Still it seems that I have all my drones in a row...in a row. So I will drown myself in holy water, and call myself at home. I’ll drown myself in holy water, and call myself at home. Can this be happening? Let me know when to feel, and when to live my life again. I’ve tried my best to overcome. All that I truly have I will lay at Your feet. I swear this better be worth it. It’s been three hundred days of cold, and I am so alone. What can I make of this? What can I make of this? Oh me of little faith. Overtaken by mind and thought. I can’t believe how far I’ve come, but it has taken so many steps to get here."
"You speak your doubts in hope of finding something that I have not already seen. There are things that are so much greater than your heart could truly understand."
"You’ve got me out on my hands and knees, but I’m a faithful son to no one. I bury loved ones in memories. Guide me as I walk over their ashes. I burn my bridges to the ground with failure as my road. I burn my bridges to the ground with failure as my road. Can this be happening? Let me know when to feel, and when to live my life again. I’ve tried my best to overcome. All that I truly have I will lay at Your feet. I swear this better be worth it. It’s been three hundred days of cold, and I am so alone. I swear this better be worth it. It’s been three hundred days of cold, and I am so alone. What can I make of this? What can I make of this?"
"This is the real world, and you’re falling apart (and you’re falling apart). This is the real world, and you’re falling apart (and you’re falling apart)."
"I am the kind of man that wants to watch the world burn. I hold the match that will spark it’s destruction, and burn out the liars, traitors, spies...liars, traitors, spies...that live under the protection of your name...that live under the protection of your name. Unfortunate, pathetic fools. Unfortunate, pathetic fools. They scorch the earth with the fire from their mouths. I’ve felt your wrath. Let’s explore mine...let’s explore mine. By sundown you and I will be all that’s left. If I’m to feel alone, I’ll make it that way. In the clutches of death, I’ll stand at the center circle of a burning town and smile. I am the kind of man that wants to watch the world burn. I hold the match that will spark it’s destruction, and burn out the liars, traitors, spies...liars, traitors, spies...spies.... Unfortunate, pathetic fools. Unfortunate, pathetic fools. There will be a slaughter of those untrue. The fate of the world is held by the throat with my two hands."
"I’ve come to show the world the way...the way."
"But you’re about to mislead them all. You’re about to mislead them all."
"I’ve come to show the world the way."
"Your words they drip with ruin. You’ve shown them nothing of what you think. One day you’ll eat your words."
"How can this be? I speak the truth."
"You speak your own truth in vain. You’ll eat your words. I swear, one day you’ll eat your words. Using my name to slander theirs. How does that show integrity? Ride your plank to rivers end. Because of you these rivers run red. Flowing from a war that’s blood on blood...that’s blood on blood. Love is patient, but I guess its time’s run out. It’s all...it’s all conditional. Who put you in the position to cast judgement? There is two sides to every story. So do not judge the walk unless you step foot in those shoes. There is nothing complex about this. There is nothing complex about this...complex about this."
"I’ve come to show the world the way...the way."
"But you’re about to mislead them all. You’re about to mislead them all. Ride your plank to rivers end. Because of you these rivers run red. Flowing from a war that’s blood on blood...that’s blood on blood. The fire that burned this bridge down was caused by the sparks from your mouth. Ignorance has plagued your mind, and now there is no going back. You can’t go back. If you could see the world through my eyes, then you would know love, this love you’ve lost. There is nothing complex about this. There is nothing complex about this. There is two sides to every story. So do not judge the walk unless you step foot in those shoes."
"Devil, devil. My heart is filled with selfish thoughts of destruction, and things I don’t understand. Yet I must find acceptance in this from the one who brought me to this world. Taking me under his wing, showing me what it is to be a man...what it is to be a man. Time has passed, things have changed. All these things have changed. Do his words still ring true?"
"Now listen to me. They’ve given up. Don’t you do that to me."
"But I’m so unsure...but I’m so unsure with the way things are."
"Now listen to me. Trust me my son."
"I am learning every day that things have changed. It’s not just me...it’s not just me and you...and you. Is there still life in the blood we once shared? Am I wrong for loving you or just in love with being wrong? I want to know where your heart lies. I want to know where your heart lies. That much I deserve. I want to know where your heart lies. That much I deserve. That much I deserve. Excuse my words from before. Hate found its way to my heart. I’ll leave my back turned to you (I’ll leave my back turned.) See if my world falls apart. Devil, devil. My heart is filled with selfish thoughts of destruction...of destruction. I want to know where your heart lies. That much I deserve. Is this what you call being a man? Is this what you call being a man? Are you a man? Are you a man? Is there still life in the blood we once shared? Am I wrong for loving you or just in love with being wrong? Excuse my words from before. Hate found its way to my heart. I’ll leave my back turned to you. See if my world falls apart. Excuse my ways from before. Hate found its words in my heart. I’ll leave my back turned to you. See if my world falls apart."
"Baby girl, stand up. This world’s in need of beauty, and it has taken you for granted. And the pain consumes what’s in you. Your closest ones held back by the length of an arm. Unable to reach. Unable to reach...reach. You have no idea what you put yourself through. Keep on pushing yourself to the floor, you’re wasting away... You’re steady in your own demise. ...in your self-made hell. Can you feel this racing through your veins? This is all you need. Why do you do the things that you do to yourself? You do this to yourself. It’s so hard to live with your hands down your throat. It’s so hard to live with your hands down your throat."
"I am not in control...I am not in control, and I’m praying for peace to keep. I am not in control, and I’m praying for peace to call my own. It always takes what’s left of me. It always takes what’s left of me. It always takes what’s left...it takes what’s left...it takes what’s left of me. I am not in control, and I’m praying for peace to keep. A lesson here is deserved."
"I built your heart. I built your heart. I built that heart for me. I built your heart. That heart was built for love. That heart was built for love. That heart was built for love. You’ll never fill the void. You’ll never fill the void. Breathe deep, let the smoke fill your lungs. You’re steady in your own demise."
8. Braveheart
"I try to sleep with the shakes, they keep me awake. I try to sleep with the shakes, they keep me awake. I am a son of sin with a heart of scars, hiding in the shadows because the light reveals my flaw."
"I made you. I brought you into this world."
"I am searching for the one place (...from your eyes) in this world where I can escape (...from your eyes) from your eyes."
"Don’t ever think you can use my name...to clear your own."
"I wake up sweating from sleep because it seems that dreams can be nightmares."
"I know you know. I know you know. Lie in the bed that you built with your own two hands. No greater shame has a man than laying down a friends’ life for his own... a friend."
"I know that you know that you threw it all away. I know that you know that you threw it all away...threw it all away.... Who are you that you may choose who is worthy of mercy?"
"I am searching for the one place (...from your eyes) in this world where I can escape (...from your eyes) from your eyes."
"You’re laying in the bed you built with your own two hands."
"I am a son of sin with a heart of scars, hiding in the shadows..."
"You’re laying in your bed..."
"...because the light reveals my flaw. I try to sleep with the shakes, they keep me awake. I try to sleep with the shakes, they keep me awake. I try to sleep with the shakes, they keep me awake. I try to sleep with the shakes, they keep me awake."
"I know that you know that you threw it all away."
9. A Middle Ground
"Here at the end of my walk, I’m looking back and seeing clearly that along the way my footsteps turned lighter, turn by turn, from walking every way but Yours...every way but Yours. I’ve ruined the choice, and lost the voice to speak for myself...to speak for myself. And even with these two hands raised I have no hope for better days. If truth is written in Your hands then it’s ever-passing from my reach...from my reach. I am all but the man You thought you knew from before. All my doubts and disbeliefs have brought me to this. I am all but the man You thought you knew from before. All my doubts and disbeliefs have brought me to this."
"Your footsteps grow lighter because I carry you. So turn around...turn around and run away. And I’ll run with you. I’ll run with you. I’ll run with you. Uncover your eyes. I’ll run with you. I’ll run with you. Uncover your eyes. You just have to find a way...a way to let go. A way to catch your breath. Uncover your eyes you blinded child. You’re no better or worse than the ones beside you. Uncover your eyes you blinded child. You’re no better or worse than the ones beside you."
"If truth is written in Your hands then it’s ever-passing from my reach...from my reach. I’ve ruined the choice, have lost the voice. Here I am faced with a choice. It’s just so hard to make myself believe. It’s still too hard to fully walk away. Standing on the fault line torn between two sides."
10. The Making Of
"The mirror stands in me. It’s got more heart than I do. How did I get this way? How did I get this way? The mirror stands in me. It’s got more heart than I do. How did I get this way? There has to be...there’s got to be more than this. More to life than wasting time, and missing out. Am I missing out on the afterlife? My head is too strong, and my heart is too weak. I’ve got tunnel vision, and nothing else surrounds me. Is this what they meant by abstract? Torn and thrown together...thrown together. Do I run the other end of these prayers? Or are they just screaming in my head? I swear you can’t break me. You’re not gaining any ground. I’m not giving anything. The mirror stands in me. It’s got more heart than I do. How did I get this way? There has to be...there’s got to be more than this. More to life than wasting time, and missing out. Is this what they meant by abstract? Torn and thrown together...thrown together."
"All I’m asking is you look to the sky to find your heart. It’s all you have and it’s falling. Look to the sky to find your heart. It’s all you have and it’s falling."
"Even if You know my face, can You really know my heart? If You want me You’ll have to give me breath, and wake this creature from death."
"You can’t see standing in your own shoes. Why can’t you see that you’re standing on holy ground? Try to remember that this meant something. This does exist, and they’ll never understand.... Look to the sky to find your heart. Look to the sky to find your heart. Look to the sky to find your heart. It’s all you have and it’s falling. Look to the sky to find your heart. It’s all you have and it’s falling. Look to the sky to find your heart. Look to the sky to find your heart. Look to the sky to find your heart. Look to the sky to find your heart."
11. The Sound of Letting Go
"This is the sound of letting go. This is the last breath I’ll ever know. This is the sound of letting go. This is the last breath I’ll ever know. This is the last breath I’ll ever know. This is the sound of letting go. This is the last breath I’ll ever know. This is the sound of letting go. This is the last breath I’ll ever know. This is the sound of letting go. This is the last breath I’ll never know. This is the sound of letting go. This is the sound of letting go.... As I look up with my last breath, and I say: I want to know what it’s like to walk in the footsteps You have made. I will run my course, finish my race until I’m called home. I want to know what it’s like to walk in the footsteps You have made. I will run my course, finish my race until I’m called home. Death will bring the greatest day I’ve ever lived. On that glorious day held off so long, all the world...all the world will rejoice as the Son comes home. I patiently await the day when all is revealed. When morning never comes. When we speak these words eye to eye, hand in hand, hand in hand, face to face. Eye to eye, hand in hand. Hand in hand, face to face. Eye to eye, hand in hand. Hand in hand, face to face. Eye to eye, hand in hand. Hand in hand, face to face. Eye to eye, hand in hand. Hand in hand, face to face..."
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