FALL DOWN, NEVER GET BACK UP AGAIN

"Out where the stones lay like bones by the ocean
Out where the waves crash contempt on the land
Someone was trembling for fear of the tempest
Somebody silently reached for their hand
Said, understand that if you're cold I'll keep you warm
And besides, there's so much beauty in a storm
So come down with me to the shore
And what's more, I adore you
So tell me, what is there to fear
You think some seraph up above is trying to rob us of our love
Because the sky's not clear
My dear, you know there's not
Now listen to the rain upon the rooftop
But the wind picked up

Out where the stones stand up like thrones beside the ocean
Out where the waves make a grave of the sea
The lovers struggled in the middle of the tempest
And water angrily crawled up onto the beach
Said, hold my hand and stay with me
We'll be released
But the tide clung like an anchor to her feet
And though he tried to make the water line recede
It pulled her out into the sea
He could not break apart the waves to bring her safely back in
He watched her hand break through the surface once
Then disappear again
Forever wait inside the sea for my, my dear
I hear you
You speak in every curling wave
And sing in every violent breeze
Someday not far away from here
My dear, I swear I'll see you
And we will hear the seraphs cry
For they will still envy you and I
How they envied you and I"

La Dispute, Somewhere At The Bottom Of The River Between Vega And Altair (2008)

BLACK SHEEP

'I've watched so many run that it makes me feel numb when
I loose a good friend to another pointless trend.
I'm sick of superficial minds clogging the ears of our blind,
blind because they cannot see their own dismal routines.
No matter what is your label, we've got to turn all the tables before its too late.
and before we have the chance to state all the shit that is wrong with this society
in which we belong, where the privileged don't speak.
they're too busy fighting for their green.
This lack of hope has been jammed down my throat to the point
where I only care about impending air.
As I chocked up, all the words came out
and I finally heard all the shit you had been talking about.
You said I wouldn't last too long. well you're wrong.
I am the black sheep of this country because I won't buy what they sell me.
My friend, that's what this X means.
It's the symbol of all my beliefs.
It's the ink thats been used by this world to cross out my words
so they wouldn't hold and to crush my defiant thoughts.
but its only put a fire in my heart.
I can pick myself up when I'm down with this fire in my heart.'

The Effort, Iconoclasm (2008)

Routine

The sun floods through the blinds,
one singular thought on everyone's minds.
Different routines but the same cause,
sometimes it gets so hectic you just want to hit pause.
In go the headphones to block the world's sound,
the calm before the storm is what I've found.