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lyrics
All of us, young sailors, are forced and bound to head towards the tower
Straight into the stream, away from the reefs and the swell, we seek
A last look of guilt
At the collapse of a common dream
Turned my head away as I saw my ideals shift to grey
A sudden attraction for the heights urges me to climb the lesser
Dominants bow their heads, pride slithers behind the meek
Soon desirable
To the Architects caste
I'm building a home to salve my demons, seal the lair
A chain of holds light up along my climbing route
Gears from a contraption leading up to the golden peak
Forget your empathy
For those who stumbled
Their role to play will be their price to pay for having lazed in the stairs
Short-fused reactions
Hurried decisions
The forces above won't give up so easily
Colliding egos
Elusive heroes
It's a dog fight, teeth out, getting ready to rush
But time is of the essence, and the Reaper strides with the youth
And the youth strides with it, planning the next parricide
The structure is fragile
The edifice must stay sharp
In sight of the next mass murder, the impotent will fall
Cruel air lacking
The peak is withering
Promises of my ascension drops me out of my depths
A herd of pretenders
Signs of a bending arc
Is this the cost to bring the unreal to reality?
It's pillared by slavery
A tried and tested machinery
An industry of the millions
In the hands of fathers and sons
They bomb the land with vanity
To blast away simplicity
A message to men and wives
For an appalling way of life
(All that stood was doomed to fall…)
Crushed by the weight it could feel its joints failing
Fattened by greed, fattened by pride
I stand there, unmoved by their grief
I turn away, freed from old beliefs
I reach out to the world down below
I leap out, spread my wings and go
Pressure's building upon the last workhorses
Soon…
They'll soon feel the anomaly
Pack their things and leave it be
After a rest by the glimmer
Which returned them to earth
If you look over there, you should have quite a nice view
These ruins belong to you, to me, to all of us
To a fading spirit, liberated
Liberated, but too feeble to endure
I can't believe I'm down here
When will they chase me?
Are the rules the same? Is Man the same? Is there Man out there?
I'm weeping
Under clear skies
I'm weeping but I know I'm saved
With no prophets, I'm saved
With no one, saved
First breath
First heartbeat
Since all that stood
Was doomed to fall
credits
from Ready, Aim, Dial!,
released August 13, 2017
Music: Alexis "Idler" Casanova & ParadoxyCall
Lyrics: Alexis "Idler" Casanova & Antoine Pirog
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