I think much like another song “Anti-Matter” (that's also on the same album as this song), this one is also is inspired by a horrifying van crash the band experienced on Nov 3, 2022. This, much like the other track, sounds like it's an extension what they shared while huddled in the wreckage, as they helped frontman Garrett Russell stem the bleeding from his head wound while he was under the temporary effects of a concussion. The track speaks of where the mind goes at the most desperate & desolate of times, when it just about slips away to all but disconnect itself, and the aftermath.
Humidity is sweating me
waiting for sound to bless me
unless It's feeling testy
Its officers will soon arrest me
…forget putting your hands to the sky
salvation is found in sound
see I bow
rally round the sound throne
drone
slave
pawn, spawn, medium
yes, to rest on all of this is my wish,
my mission to serve sound pounds down
the message stabs and sucks as it's sending
it plucks nerve endings
brain signals wiggle
and the presence becomes visual
haunting individuals out of habitually
residual sound pigments are non-fictional
figments that foolish fake friends of sound spew forth should be rejected
or at least disrespected
to all those affected, here's a new perspective
CHORUS1
I dub thee unworthy
And further more dirty
For toying with powers
That you do not possess…
Patience is lost
the cost: I must regain the crown
as long as this body is mine
you will infect it
forever a slave to my soul's idol
an instrument in your hands
your gift's the key to my survival.
CHORUS2
But I will wait
for you to sweep away the silence
I belong to you
see me seal me up with yourself
I wish to be the thief who steals your power
and projects it
rejected if I fumble its essence I'm blessed with only depression
look upon me now
feel the need I have
for you to dub me
Sound Soldier
When in control
I feel your shadow
Below it hovers low
It bellows lightly
to please it is lovely
and I feel your release
relieved I breath in peace
and treat you with sweet belief
care and caution
as a thief I have stolen Sound's power
and projected it
rejected if I fumble it's essence
I learn the lessons of failing a generous presence
so now a guest of repression
I must prove my worth again
there is strength in sorrow
but will you be there tomorrow?
to matter in this world I must be allowed to borrow
Please Sound God
make me an angel
CHORUS1(alt)
Do you dub me unworthy
And further more dirty
For toying with powers
That I do not possess?
CHORUS2
waiting for sound to bless me
unless It's feeling testy
Its officers will soon arrest me
…forget putting your hands to the sky
salvation is found in sound
see I bow
rally round the sound throne
drone
slave
pawn, spawn, medium
yes, to rest on all of this is my wish,
my mission to serve sound pounds down
the message stabs and sucks as it's sending
it plucks nerve endings
brain signals wiggle
and the presence becomes visual
haunting individuals out of habitually
residual sound pigments are non-fictional
figments that foolish fake friends of sound spew forth should be rejected
or at least disrespected
to all those affected, here's a new perspective
CHORUS1
I dub thee unworthy
And further more dirty
For toying with powers
That you do not possess…
Patience is lost
the cost: I must regain the crown
as long as this body is mine
you will infect it
forever a slave to my soul's idol
an instrument in your hands
your gift's the key to my survival.
CHORUS2
But I will wait
for you to sweep away the silence
I belong to you
see me seal me up with yourself
I wish to be the thief who steals your power
and projects it
rejected if I fumble its essence I'm blessed with only depression
look upon me now
feel the need I have
for you to dub me
Sound Soldier
When in control
I feel your shadow
Below it hovers low
It bellows lightly
to please it is lovely
and I feel your release
relieved I breath in peace
and treat you with sweet belief
care and caution
as a thief I have stolen Sound's power
and projected it
rejected if I fumble it's essence
I learn the lessons of failing a generous presence
so now a guest of repression
I must prove my worth again
there is strength in sorrow
but will you be there tomorrow?
to matter in this world I must be allowed to borrow
Please Sound God
make me an angel
CHORUS1(alt)
Do you dub me unworthy
And further more dirty
For toying with powers
That I do not possess?
CHORUS2
Lyrics submitted by Ender
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