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lyrics
Awake, unfazed,
Morning light tells of the dawning day
Just like any day
Brush off sleep’s touch,
Clear midnight's haze
There’s nothing extraordinary here,
A flaccid world, unfit, unclear
Desperate for something more
Something more than getting by
Empty faces on the sidewalk,
Listless and limping to a lie,
Of a bright and pleasant future,
Of a blue and cloudless sky
A phantom whisper sounds deceiving
It brings with it the question “why?”
We work until we are unable,
Then locked away until we die
But then it happened
Everything changed in but an instant
A violent burst of brilliant colour,
somehow close and somehow distant
From a whisper,
to a scream,
to a hoarse, distorted laugh
There is no hope of restitution
There is no ever going back
In dreamless sleep,
one ponders death
Hold back the fleeting final breath
Knuckle white, slipping grip,
jaw clenched tight, and quivering lip
This cannot happen
This cannot be
Escape a life of anonymity
to be a drop into the sea,
whose ripple turns to tidal wave
that sweeps the shores it once forgave
But crashing down upon the shore,
the sea is silent evermore
Awake, unfazed,
morning light tells of the dawning day
just like any day.
Brush off sleep’s touch,
clear midnight's haze
There’s nothing extraordinary here,
a flaccid world, unfit, unclear
Desperate for something more,
something more than getting by
There’s got to be something more than this
It sounds so deceiving
Begging the question “why?”
Begging the question “why?”
Why do we work until we are unable?
Why do we work until we die?
A drop into the sea
whose ripple turns to tidal wave,
and sweeps the shores it once forgave
The sun, the moon, the Earth,
conversed and agreed,
the people of the world must pay for its atrophy.
But crashing down upon the shore,
the sea is silenced evermore
But then it happened
everything changed in but an instance
A violent burst of brilliant colour,
somehow close and somehow distance
What unknown face now breaks the silence?
What tipping force disturbs the balance?
Swift and sober, comes a voice, offering a bitter choice
credits
from
Tidal,
track released November 15, 2015
All music written and performed by Protest the Hero:
Luke Hoskin, Tim MacMillar, Rody Walker, Mike Ieradi, Cam McLellan
Engineered and Produced by Cameron McLellan @ Sunset Division Studios in Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
Drums Engineered by Dean Hadjichristou @ All Buttons In Studio in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
Mixed and Mastered by Anthony Calabretta
Artwork by Graham Curran
Layout by John Meloche
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