Thrice

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.

Our life’s built of tin
cans and string
But the cornerstone laid is a
wondrous and beautiful thing
sure in the ground
And while the North wind
has taken its toll
you have helped me to find my
way back and to anchor my soul
safe in the sound
O you know me
O and I know you
and I know that
we can see this through
I bragged of baring my bones
said if we heard the howling
I'd run out to face it alone
to meet it half way
But I've still got badges to earn
so keep sifting my soul
‘cause I think that
I'm starting to learn
to love you that way
O you know me
O and I know you
and I know that
we can see this through
And it's true that you could
snap my neck
but I trust you'll save
my life instead
‘cause our love is a
loyalty sworn
If we hold to our hope
then I know we can weather
the storm
whatever they say
Come what may
O you know me
O and I know you
and I know that
we can see this through

I've seen his ragged shoes
The soles are worn
straight through
Well I proclaimed
The king has sang the blues
If you've got better news
Then make it play
He laid aside his crown
All our crimes he carried
Was lifted from the ground
With our burdens buried
Listen to me
Though I speak of sober things
Listen through me
Though we're men of lips
unclean I speak truly
What you only think you've heard
Everything Everything
Everything hangs on a word
Sparing no expense
He made recompense
For all the earth
The story's an offense
So get down from that fence
And bless or curse
He laid aside his crown
All our crimes he carried
Was lifted from the ground
With our burdens buried
The shadows all had flown
In the light diminished
He emptied out his lungs
Crying it is finished
Listen to me
Though I speak of sober things
Listen through me
Though we're men of lips unclean
I speak truly
What you only think you've heard
Everything Everything
Everything hangs on a word
A word
The shadows all had flown
In the light diminished
He emptied out his lungs
Crying it is finished
Listen to me
Though I speak of sober things
Listen through me
Though we're men of lips unclean
I speak truly
What you only think you've heard
Everything Everything
Everything hangs on a word

Standing knee deep in cold
water swiftly moving
somehow I knew
I'd lost something
Wading waist deep I saw a book
there in the river
waiting for me to find it there
I tried to read it neck deep
treading water but the tide
it pulled me out to sea
Then with water in my eyes
the words began to rise
from their place
They were beautiful and dread
I reached for them and
fed on each phrase
They were honey on my lips
but then a bitter twist in
my side
I knew they'd lay me in my grave
Is there no one who can save me
I cried
Sinking down deep
through cold water
and heavy silence
shadows stirring in the gloom
What things that lay sleeping
down deep
in the darkness woke then
to find me in that tomb
Then with water in my eyes
the words began to rise
from their place
They were beautiful and dread
I reached for them and
fed on each phrase
They were honey on my lips
but then a bitter twist in
my side
I knew they'd lay me in my grave
Is there no one who can save me
I cried
And when I lost all hope to
look someone took that
heavy book From my hands
all its weight they set aside
after they had satisfied
its demands
I felt white and black reverse
and the lifting a curse
from my heart
Then like one receiving sight
I beheld a brilliant light
in the dark

The shutter opens never closes
I am lost waylaid in light trails
Endless moments
overlaid and burned across
A melee of scattered braille
This image is a night
terror transforming
Without the hope of morning
My nemesis
I feel it coming for me
and it means to destroy me
Why does this keep happening
I try to close my eyes but
I can't blink
And the world keeps moving on
black and white blur into one
Hieroglyphic indecipherable
opaque the meaning escapes me
Dry and lidless are my eyes
Asleep awake reading the
slurred debris
This image is a night
terror transforming
Without the hope of morning
My nemesis
I feel it coming for me
and it means to destroy me
Why does this keep happening
I try to close my eyes but
I can't blink
And the world keeps moving on
black and white blur into
Why does this keep happening
I try to close my eyes but
I can't blink
And the world keeps moving on
black and white blur into one

All my life, I've been treading paper in the space between the words.
And there implied is that I'm but another body for the birds, carrion, absurd and accidental atoms -
Beating air, carrying on; unwitting orphan of an unyielding despair.

But linger on, just for a moment, until we can ascertain if something's wrong with me -
Or the assumptions of these self-indicted brains.
Because I contend that all of this is more than just a meaningless charade,
That each and every moment is a bottle with a message hid away.

If anything means anything,
There must be something meant for us to be, a song that we were made to sing.
There must be so much more than we can see.

But all our lives, we've been treading paper in the space between the words.
And there implied's the thought that we are barely more than bodies for the birds, carrion.
They say that we're just accidental atoms beating air, carrying on and on,
Unwitting orphans of an unyielding despair. But our hearts tell a different story; our hands feel a different pulse.

Something fathomless, deeper than our pride can dive; numinous, higher than -
Our hearts can rise, transcendent, further than our thoughts can reach; imminent, closer than the air we breathe.

A coin tossed into the
air will come down
It will come down somewhere
Your life is a coin in the air
It will come down
it will come down somewhere
Every coin does ring
Every coin will fall
Stop your wavering
Now's the time so call it out
A coin in the air
it will come down
It will come down somewhere
Every coin does ring
Every coin will fall
Stop your wavering
Now's the time so
call it in the air
You have to choose
And what you stand to lose
you've been putting up
all of your life
Call it in my hand
Only one way to see
what the outcome will be
Call it out before we
lose the light
No more stalling no delay
You must call it out by
light of day
Every coin does ring
Every coin will fall
Stop your wavering
Now's the time so
call it in the air
You have to choose
And what you stand to lose
you've been putting up
all of your life
Call it in my hand
Only one way to see
what the outcome will be
Call it out before we
lose the light
So heads or tails
There's nothing for it so put an
end to your sidestepping
Is it heads or tails
You can't ignore it
You stand to win or
lose everything
Heads or tails
let's put an end to your
sidestepping
Heads or tails
You stand to win or
lose everything

Cut these thorns and kick these stones, and keep those birds at bay.
Plant deep and dark, and help my heart receive the words you say.

The words you say are somehow lost on me, they die on deafened ears; when you open -
Up your mouth to speak I hear but I can't hear the words you say.

Pin me down, and take away this heart of stone, wind and sound, awake my old dry bones.

Help my heart perceive the light of day. I stumble through a darkened vale, with a veil -
Cast over me and cataracts, all is black. O, I see but I can't see the light of day.

I'll fight or run to keep from going under the knife; don't let me slip away.
'Cause though the blade is sharp, I know you're saving my life; don't let me slip away.

O we promise pretty things
And we pledge with diamond rings
We profess undying love
But does that word hold any weight
When we reserve the right to break
Any vow that draws our blood
Our word is so faint and feeble
Broken by the slightest
breeze or breath
Our hearts are they're
so deceitful
Sick and filled with lies
That lead to death
We are cowards and thieves
Will we never turn to grieve
The damage done
Never see
Never quake with rage
At what we have become
What we have become
Yeah we get down on we knee
O we play at chivalry
But we do not count the cost
We say
On Me you can depend
And I will be there 'till the end
Though we will not bear the cross
Our word is so faint and feeble
Broken by the slightest
breeze or breath
Our hearts are they're
so deceitful
Sick and filled with lies
That lead to death
We are cowards and thieves
Will we never turn to grieve
The damage done
Never see
Never quake with rage
At what we have become
What we have become
Cowards and thieves
Will we never turn to grieve
The damage done
Never see
Never quake with rage
At what we have become
What we have become
Cowards and thieves
Will we never turn to grieve
The damage done
Never see
Never quake with rage
At what we have become
What we have become

You were built for blessing
But you only make them bleed
You don’t care you don’t care
And bruises are but shadows
Of the blackness that you breed
But you don’t care
you don’t care
The light that's left inside
their eyes
is darkened day by day
But you don’t care
you don’t care
Your presence pulls the color
From the world til all is grey
But you don’t care you don’t
you don’t you don’t you don't
You're less than half a man
Yellow belly and crimson hands
You will one day reap
your reckoning
Maybe then you’ll understand
Hands are made to comfort
But they only conjure fear
But you don’t care
you don’t care
She’s in the closet praying
Lord please get me out of here
You don’t care
you don’t you don’t
you don’t you don’t
You're less than half a man
Yellow belly and crimson hands
You will one day reap
your reckoning
Maybe then you’ll understand
You're less than half a man
Yellow belly and crimson hands
You will one day reap
your reckoning
Maybe then you’ll understand
What mercy have they known
From you from you
To ask that it be shown
To you to you
What mercy have they known
From you from you
To ask that it be shown
To you to you

Hoods on Peregrine - Thrice


the blue light spills like oceans
we smile and let it in
it cures us of our questions
like hoods on peregrine

knowledge locked in a tower
barons will hold the key
but if knowledge is power,
know this is tyranny
all we're asking for is what's ours

you think they're selling you truth,
truth is, they're selling you out
truth is, they're selling you out

the black ink fuels our notions
that all the facts are in
it cures us of our questions
like hoods on peregrine

knowledge locked in a tower
barons will hold the key
but if knowledge is power,
know this is tyranny

all we're asking for is what's ours

you think they're selling you truth
but they're just selling you
and if we keep buying in
the line between lies and truth
will wear paper thin,
paper thin

you think they're selling you truth,
the truth is, they're selling you out

Paper Tigers - Thrice

They preach to the choir, always in the permanent daylight
They toss paper tigers from their perfect porcelain skylines

Listen for the sound (for the sound, for the sound)
as it all comes crashing down
(as it all comes crashing down)
[x2]

They preach to the choir,
Always in the permanent daylight
They toss paper tigers from their perfect, shatterproof spires

They light the world on fire, just to watch it burn
it'll be their funeral pyre, but they never seem to learn
[x2]

Listen for the sound (for the sound, for the sound),
as it all comes crashing down
(as it all comes crashing down)
[x2]

And we paid the price, we paid for their crimes
with our blood,
with our blood, with our blood, with our blood
Paid with our blood and our lives,
with our blood and our lives,
with our blood and our lives
with our blood and our lives,
with our blood and our lives....

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?

Under a Killing Moon - Thrice


the air my lungs first loved
carves craters from my eyes
they said "breathe deeply son
or be the next to die"

Beneath the falling night
and heaven's shutting gate
pray keep your tongue held tight
or suffer the same fate

the blood on our black gloves
it is none of your concern
if you want to call our bluff
get in line and wait your turn
and watch the witches burn"

Don't flinch when innocents
are dancing with the flame
if they wanted to live
they'd learn to play the game

You can still walk away
if you just hold your tongue
if you'd just walk away
you'd live to see the sun but"

Under this killing moon
under this burning sky
the fire's shining groom
I hold my breath and close my eyes

"The blood on our black gloves
it is none of your concern
if you want to call our bluff
get in line and wait your turn
and watch the witches burn
we'll watch the witches burn"