HELP is on the way 3.make it STOP (SEPTEMBER'S CHILDREN) 4.Disparity By Design 5.Satellite 6.Midnight hands 7.Survivor Guilt 8.Broken Mirrors 9.Wait for Me 10.A GentlemEn's Coup 11.This Is Letting Go 12. Endgame
Produced by Bill Stevenson and Jason Livermore for the Blasting Room Mixed by Chris Lord-Alge at Mix la
are there no fighters left here anymore?are we the generation we've been waiting for? or are we patiently burning waiting to be be saved? our heroes our idols have mellowed with age following rules that they once disobeyed they're now being led when they used to lead the way do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before? are you out there on the front lines or at home keeping score? do you care to be the layer of thebricks that seal your fate? or would you rather be the architect of what we might create? they laid out the blueprints, they poured down a base concrete solutions to slow our decay and when they are gone who the fucks going to take their place? will it be the cynics, the critics galore? the cliche apathetic passed out on the floor the trusting complicit who collectively ignore do you still believein all the things that you stood by before? are you out there on the front lines or at home keeping score? do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate? or would you rather be the architect of what we might create? don't you remember when you were young and you wanted to set the world on fire? somewhere deep down I know you do don't you remember when we were young and we wantedto set the world on fire because I still am and I still do make no mistake we are not afraid to bear the burden of repeating what they're thinking anyway let's raise the stakes on the bet we made let's decide to be the architects the master of our fate we still believe in all the things that we stood by before and after everything we've seen here maybe even more i know we're not the only ones, andwe were not the first and unapologetically we'll stand behind each word
HELP is on the Way
i have my mother's dreams i have my father's eyes you can't take that from me just go ahead and try the crescent city sleeps while giants in the sky preparing to unleash let loose a mighty cry can nobody save us will anyone try the bayou is burning the cypress has died and all along they're saying "HELPIS ON THE WAY", THEY SAID THEY SAID, "HELP IS ON THE WAY", THEY SAID THEY SAID ONE BY LAND TWO BY SEA RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF ME HELP IS ON THE WAY five thousand feet below as black smoke engulfs the sky the ocean floor explodes eleven mothers cry my bones all resonate a burning lullaby you can't take that from me just go ahead and try she stands at the shoreline with hands in the air her wordspierce the dark night "does anyone care?" AND ALL ALONG THEY'RE SAYING "HELP IS ON THE WAY", THEY SAID THEY SAID, "HELP IS ON THE WAY", THEY SAID THEY SAID ONE BY LAND TWO BY SEA RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF ME HELP IS ON THE WAY right here,right here choking on the black gold upon which we rely we keep axes in the attics to see cameras in the sky help is on the way they said help is on the way we weretold just to sit tight because somebody will soon arrive help is on the way but it never came.
bang bang go the coffin nails like a breath exhaled then gone forever it seems like just yesterday how did i miss the red flags raise? think back to the days we laughed we braved these bitter storms together brought to his knees he cried but on his feet hedied what god would damn a heart? what god drove us apart? what god could make it stop let this end eighteen years pushed to the ledge its come to this a weightless step on the way down singing bang bang FROM the closet walls the schoolhouse halls the shotguns loaded push me and i’ll push back i’m done asking i demand from a nation under god i feel it’s love like a cattle prod born free but...
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