Thrice

Stare At The Sun
by Thrice


I sit here clutching uselessness
keys from doors that don't exist
I crack my teeth on pearls

tear into the history
show me what it means to me
in this world, yeah in this world

because I am due for a miracle
I'm waiting for a sign
I stare straight, into the sun
and I won't close my eyes
until I understand or go blind

seen the parts but not the whole
studied saints and scholars both
And no perfect plan unfolds
do I trust my heart or just my mind
why is truth so hard to find,
in this world, yea in this world

because I am due for a miracle
I'm waiting for a sign
I stare straight, into the sun
and I won't close my eyes
until I understand or go blind

know that there're a point I've missed
father stone I haven't kissed
a sky that never graced my wrist
a mirror hasn't left my fist
but I can't help
Feeling like I'm

feeling like I'm due for a miracle
I'm waiting for a sign
I stare straight, into the sun
and I wont close my eyes
due for a miracle
I'm waiting for a sign
I stare straight into the sun
And I won't close my eyes

Silhouette
by Thrice




Your eyes, followed me here.
Your eyes, seamless and sure.
They leave me broken and, in need of a cure.

Your eyes, followed me here.
Your eyes, sifting my soul.
They leave me broken hands, those diamonds from the coal.

They lace me along,
Giving synapse of white lines.
Then chasing the dawn,
Story book syntax.

Your eyes slit the throat, of all I know.
About myself and this life.
Silhouette lies.

And your eyes, speaking in tongues.
Vigilant still, filling my lungs.
Testing my will.
They leave me broken and, bruised and bleeding.

Your eyes, resting in flame,
Leaven me breathless again.
Like hydrogen spread on fault lines.
Or dead, kissing me with exposure to radon.

Your eyes slit the throat, of all I know.
About myself and this life.
Silhouette lies.

Your eyes, Your eyes.
Speaking in tongues.
Vigilant still, lead our way.
Filling my lungs.
Testing my will.

You slit the throat, of I know.
About myself and this life.
Silhouette Lies.

You slit my throat.
Because I know,
That this life, is a lie.
So slit my throat.

one day the dreamers died within us
when all our answers never came
we hid the truth beneath our skin but
our shadows never looked the same

a ghost is all that's left
of everything we swore we never would forget
we tired to bleed the sickness
but we drained our hearts instead
we are the dead

and when we couldn't stop the bleeding
we held our hearts over the flame
we couldn't help but call it treason
after that we couldn't fill our frames
after that our shadows never looked the same

a ghost is all that's left
of everything we swore we never would forget
we tried to bleed the sickness
but we drained our hearts instead
we are the dead

in summers past we'd challenge fate
with higher pitch and perfect aim
and standing fast, we'd radiate
a light we loved but never named
but the answers never came
and our shadows never looked the same

a ghost is all that's left
of everything we swore we never would forget
we tried to bleed the sickness
but we drained our hearts instead
we are the dead

a ghost of everything we though but never said
we tried to bleed the sickness
but we drained our hearts instead

we are the ones who lost our faith
we dug ourselves an early grave
we are the dead, can we be saved?

Cold Cash And Colder Hearts
by Thrice




they are sick, they are poor
and they die by the thousands and we look away
they are wolves at the door
they are not going to move us or get in our way

cause we don't have the time
here at the top of the world
yeah we're doing just fine
here at the top of the world

we hold our own by keeping our hearts cold

different god, darker skin
they are just not a burden that we'd like to bear
they are living in sin
just throw out any reason for us not to care

cause we're feeling alright
here at the top of the world
yeah we're doing just fine
here at the top of the world

we've learned that money matters most
so we keep our cards held close
here at the top of the world

we hold our own by keeping our hearts cold
we learned what matters most so we keep our
hearts cold

they are no one
they are no where
they are not our problem
not worth saving
nonexistent if we keep our hearts cold

they are no one
they are no where

Paint the target
We don't need no evidence
Flood the market
We do it all in self defense
You're a smart kid
Never work without your gloves
If you're a smart kid
You'll stay the hell away from love

And if it comes to murder
Don't tell and we won't ask you how
You sleep at night when the lights go out
And you're all alone
With all the ghosts of lesser humans
Whose lives you've spilt to suit your own

Sit and think of
All the dollars and the cents
And your blue blood
You'll see it all makes perfect sense
Drink from this cup
A better life awaits us all
You're one of us
Remember conscience comes before the fall

Your actions all are justified
Your actions all are justified

And if it comes to murder
Don't tell and we won't ask you how
You sleep at night when the lights go out
And you're all alone
With all the ghosts of lesser humans
Whose lives you've spilt to suit your own
But don't we all bleed red blood?
Don't we all bleed red blood?

The Artist in the Ambulance - Thrice


Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel
My world goes black before I feel an angel lift me up
And I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
They flip the siren, hit the lights,
close the doors and I am gone
Now I lay here owing my life to a stranger
And I realize that empty words are not enough
I'm left here with the question of just
What have I to show except the promises I never kept?
I lie here shaking on this bed,
under the weight of my regrets
I hope that I will never let you down
I know that
this can be more than just flashing lights and sound
Look around and you'll see
that at times it feels like no one really cares
It gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do what's right,
I know that there's
A difference between sleight of hand,
and giving everything you have
There's a line drawn in the sand,
I'm working up the will to cross it
Rhetoric can't raise the dead
I'm sick of always talking when there's no change
I'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow
Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel
My world goes black before I feel an angel steal me from the
Greedy jaws of death and chance,
and pull me in with steady hands
They've given me a second chance,
the artist in the ambulance
Can we pick you off the ground,
more than flashing lights and sound

the towers that shoulder your pride
the words you've written in stone
sand will cover them, sand will cover you
the streets that suffer your name
your very flesh and your bones
sand will cover them, sand will cover you

so put your faith in more than steel
don't store your treasures up, with moth and rust
where thieves break in and steal
pull the fangs from out your heel
we live in but a shadow of the real

step out from time, see the dust of nations
step out from time, hear the stars ovation

saturn will not sleep, until the sand has made us clean
still we stack our stones and bury what we can
but it all will be undone,
and nothing built under the sun
will ever stand before the endless march of sand

so put your faith in more than steel
don't store your treasures up, with moth and rust
where thieves break in and steal
pull the fangs from out your heel
we live in but a shadow of the real

so put your faith in more than steel
don't store your treasures up, with moth and rust
where thieves break in and steal
pull the fangs from out your heel
we live in but a shadow of the real

I was always one of the righteous
Never lived outside of the lines
Kept a close watch on
the white wash
Disguising the dead bones inside
Disguising the dead bones inside
I was always one the good ones
Keeping tabs on everyone else
Sure that I was
One of the chosen
I was a child of hell
I was a child of hell
But you buried me in the
bright light
Yeah you held my eyes to the
sun till I could see that
That I was worse than I
ever feared I could be
But somehow I was loved more
than I ever dared to believe
Because of you
I was always one of the blameless
Or at least that's what I believed
I never thought I could have
been blinded
Until I could no longer see
Until I could no longer see
But you buried me in the
bright light
Yeah you held my eyes to the
sun till I could see
That I was worse than I
ever feared I could be
But somehow I was loved more
than I ever dared to believe
you show me I was worse than I
ever feared I could be
But somehow I was loved more
than I ever dared to believe
Because of you

We were sons of insurrection, doomed to face the dark alone. 'Till vicarious perfection, dearly won, was made our own.

So where's your landslide, where's your victory? Tell me now, where's your sting?

Unassailable you waited, the great enemy of man, 'till your awful jaws were sated, and we were ransomed from your hand.

Now that you have been disarmed, we will cross over unharmed.