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A Deity
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For every word that is said, I run the risk of impeaching myself
From this seat beside you, and everybody else in this room.
You don't tower over me,
Not with that 5'9" physique,
But I can't help but to know by now..
I'll hope one day, I'll see your face in the
Mirror looking back at me
To tell me I'll survive
For now it's simply so...
So turn the gun around, subject to the sound dreams of fate create.
But now that it's my turn, nothing feels much like it's meant to be.
Inspiration's lost it's flame when all that's thought is
"I'm no better than the ground on which you're walking."
Could you ever fathom the thought of you being
Such a force, or a hope so misleading?
In a final request, is it too much to ask
For a word of strength unto me?
One day you'll see why I've been so damn obsessive,
But for now I'll sing all that you've had to give.
And in time, these words will be mine to call my own...
For now it's simply so:
Turn the gun around, subject to the sound dreams of fate create.
But now that it's my turn, nothing feels much like it's meant to be.
Feign my greatest fear.
"You're no god" I'll say,
But I'll be lying to myself either way.
If fate's so hard for me to grasp,
Then I will shut you out,
Still savoring the sound I receive when you're so clear
To feign my greatest fear.
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He stands there with his back turned
To those who have shown him their heart,
But selfishness has shown so keen to falling apart
Dreams return to remind me
Of endless nights of indulgence and disease.
Is it fair to say I miss you
With a heart you've turned so bleak?
They say that times come and pass
But had we ever fathomed the thought of running thin
The time we'd have?
But you aren't so true, are you?
Is it not pretentiousness
That lets you treat your world like shit?
If this won't get past you, what will go through?
Remaining so absent, when can you call to yourself?
'Cause if you walk out now I won't be there to help.
Are you certain that this is what you want,
To remain so lost?
I've come to terms with the fact that you'll never learn
What I've done and all I could,
But yet here I stand with my hand outstretched
To give you the chance you don't one bit deserve.
Don't bite the hand that feeds your
Spoiled fight for unjust fortune.
Now give me one good fucking reason
Why I shouldn't have left this years ago.
What would you do then, left on your own?
And though you've seen me to be a man of higher dignity,
Fortune doesn't cater to those who are lazy.
It's so hard to remember the times we once had.
Motivated by silence we wore a smile for each to adore.
It's been ages since we last spoke of a common regard,
Of passing out every friday night to a song, a game and a lullaby.
Look at us wishing we were children once more.
But what's the difference between what we long to be
And the way that we've been acting?
I can't let one more idea slip away again.
It's time to mend ourselves as men,
So why don't we make amends,
And go back to being the best of friends?
I cannot express how much I regret
Letting childish thoughts in our heads
Get the best of our actions.
Will you miss me knowing it's over?
A friend or a fiend, I was still your brother.
We will live our days looking back on the sun peering
In upon our wake and helping us up.
But now what's done is done,
There's no turning back from the people we've become.
So long, so long.
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Stories Away Seattle, Washington
Post-hardcore with a progressive tinge, from Shoreline, Wa.
Brian Butcher -
Vocals
Jon Caparino - Guitar/Vocals
Luke Ryder - Guitar/Vocals
Taylor Saulness - Bass/Vocals
Connor Vermeys - Drums
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