I'm always really bad about doing this.. But, here are the lyrics to the new demos we just put up. I'm weird...Enjoy.
- Chip
- Chip
1. Middle man
I am the middle man in this sermon, they all know
That I'm standing by the window for days alone.
And, they will stop and ask me... What have you been told?
Well I wish that I could find a place where you were still a ghost
Just waiting to cripple me.
And there you're sitting just to watch me breathe.
And you believe in contradicting every single word I fucking speak.
Now I'm just a living contradiction of every word I speak,
It's always leaving me the same.
I am the middle man in this sermon, they all know
That I'm standing by the window for days alone.
And, they will stop and ask me... What have you been told?
Well I wish that I could find a place where you were still a ghost
Just waiting to cripple me.
And there you're sitting just to watch me breathe.
And you believe in contradicting every single word I fucking speak.
Now I'm just a living contradiction of every word I speak,
It's always leaving me the same.
I once knew how it was just to walk this road, and I will always be taken back.
Now watch me fall into this endless space.
Falling, falling, Always falling.
I am the middle man in this sermon, they all know
That I'm standing by the window watching nothing.
I lost my voice from the day that I was born, I'm left with nothing
to have.. Much less to hold.
And they still ask me.. "What have you been told?"
And still, I'm screaming... Love me.
2. Plate of Thieves
Guide me by the loathing light of your tongue..Open hallways
Now watch me fall into this endless space.
Falling, falling, Always falling.
I am the middle man in this sermon, they all know
That I'm standing by the window watching nothing.
I lost my voice from the day that I was born, I'm left with nothing
to have.. Much less to hold.
And they still ask me.. "What have you been told?"
And still, I'm screaming... Love me.
2. Plate of Thieves
Guide me by the loathing light of your tongue..Open hallways
to the back of my broken mind.
Wish me luck, I'm following the reverends word.. I know he speaks.
And though he speaks, listen children.. this is where your life will lead.
Now follow me, just follow me. I will lead you to this place.
Follow me, Follow me and I will lead you to the hand of righteousness.
Do they know me yet? Am I choking yet? Do they loathe me yet?
Do they love me yet? Do they love me yet?
I watched fathers nearly lose their mind inside.
Inside their own cage
Inside their own cage
Inside their own cage
Inside their own, they lost their mind inside.
And I awoke on a sunday, I tossed and turned
The congregation was all in array.
Please spare us, for we know not what the future hold.
Believe in a blind mind, taking change from the plate of thieves.
Savior, listen... I have come to repent.
3. Broken Ones
Falling into vacant souls that always leave the rest of us
Patiently waiting, holding our chest.. to the sound of our death.
Meet me by the black boat, and we will count all the waves as they pass by.
And the haze from the night sky will only bring us closer
to the end of our plague.
And the rains come, they come. They will numb our senses when the time comes
Oh, the men with their masks and their robes.
They will lead us to our graves.
As I slept through the rain that day, I dreamed of man.
With his one good eye he looked at me, and he said.
Wreck the buildings in the morning, they're not sorry. They're just waiting
For the rest of the broken ones to take their belongings and trample
Wish me luck, I'm following the reverends word.. I know he speaks.
And though he speaks, listen children.. this is where your life will lead.
Now follow me, just follow me. I will lead you to this place.
Follow me, Follow me and I will lead you to the hand of righteousness.
Do they know me yet? Am I choking yet? Do they loathe me yet?
Do they love me yet? Do they love me yet?
I watched fathers nearly lose their mind inside.
Inside their own cage
Inside their own cage
Inside their own cage
Inside their own, they lost their mind inside.
And I awoke on a sunday, I tossed and turned
The congregation was all in array.
Please spare us, for we know not what the future hold.
Believe in a blind mind, taking change from the plate of thieves.
Savior, listen... I have come to repent.
3. Broken Ones
Falling into vacant souls that always leave the rest of us
Patiently waiting, holding our chest.. to the sound of our death.
Meet me by the black boat, and we will count all the waves as they pass by.
And the haze from the night sky will only bring us closer
to the end of our plague.
And the rains come, they come. They will numb our senses when the time comes
Oh, the men with their masks and their robes.
They will lead us to our graves.
As I slept through the rain that day, I dreamed of man.
With his one good eye he looked at me, and he said.
Wreck the buildings in the morning, they're not sorry. They're just waiting
For the rest of the broken ones to take their belongings and trample
the ones that they love.
They will run with their sons again,
And they will look that man in his eye and say, "Sir, where have you been?"
"Well I've been watching from the tower close to the place they buried me. And I came falling to my knees from what I had to see.
The ones they call the broken ones, some were barely three..
cast out to the mountain side with no blood left to bleed!"
Well it was said, that when they left that day, they wore a coat of glass
And they yelled at the top of their lungs...
" They will never spare us until the light after dawn, they will only leave us
on these islands alone. And they will surely speak out as they trample our bones. Sighing through these windows, they will only see us..
Alone. Abandoned. Forgotten. Never to be see again.".
They will run with their sons again,
And they will look that man in his eye and say, "Sir, where have you been?"
"Well I've been watching from the tower close to the place they buried me. And I came falling to my knees from what I had to see.
The ones they call the broken ones, some were barely three..
cast out to the mountain side with no blood left to bleed!"
Well it was said, that when they left that day, they wore a coat of glass
And they yelled at the top of their lungs...
" They will never spare us until the light after dawn, they will only leave us
on these islands alone. And they will surely speak out as they trample our bones. Sighing through these windows, they will only see us..
Alone. Abandoned. Forgotten. Never to be see again.".
