The Willing Well I: Fuel for the Feeding End

Is this what I wish for those and all they know? Could depend on how cowardly I should act If she won't give me the love I came here for With pen I am armed here to react

Hey now, hey now what is it boy? All the things that trouble you So visit your mirror image Of what might have once behaved Hey now, hey now what is it boy? But I won't rest till dead, till dead do you part

This is how I feel my God from what's been dealt The flies that flutter fight tonight Is it love that I'm feeling or is this hate the same The emotion's enough to kill the sane

Hey now, hey now what is it boy? All the things that trouble you So visit your mirror image Of what might have once behaved Hey now, hey now what is it boy? Besides, I only hope you know that I love you. Oh I hope.

Feed little maggots off the Westside of your sin Run little maggot do they learn of what you did Feed little maggots off the Westside of your sin Run little maggot do they learn of what you did

(Feliz sería que hora) [x4]

From start to finish I've made you feel this Uncomfort in turn with the world you've learned To love through this hate to live with its weight A burden discerned in the blood you taste

Why would you deny me answers? If I'm just a boy on the break of being Horror and hell through its fires Be brutally honest, was it better before me?

In the curve of your body How I want, how I want her with me The truth of the story The Vishual, I wish you all

The better end of all to come The truth be now here one by one I am to you extend to none The memory that fuels the fire

Watching his tale with the words he unfolds Conscience and cold we'd never know They scream as he laughs off the dust from his eyes These words will now learn of the dreams in his mind

Could this be that hard for me? To configure a new love in vain To my new entity or banish it home to the grave No one is safe

With the quickness strike out for the less of us doubt Mercy of the man who put the pen in our mouth Word write us well signed, "Forgiveness for sale" I'm through being full Of all the might you want killed The fiction will see the real The answer will question still In your body to blood as your parents once went You will follow their lead one by one, every step

Could this be that hard for me? To configure a new love in vain To my new entity or banish it home to the grave I will not save... Your world Your world in the end and you. Your world Your world

FELIZ SERIA QUE HORA happy would be that hour

These are the correct lyrics folks :3

Best song on Good Apollo I. period.

i love the " feed little maggots" part!!!!! and when he goes '' why would you deny me answers?" he sounds so sexy!!!! this song effin rocks... but idk y i mean i have no effin clue wat it is about.... i like the beat!!!!!

Just as the summary says, both Writer and Character (Claudio Kilgannon) are feeling the same uncertainty about their destinies. Writer, uncertain because he’s on his way to destroy the world he has unknowingly created to parallel his own life, begins to influence Claudio, who is simultaneously on his way to becoming the Keywork’s messiah and is still having trouble gripping the meaning of that. Though by different approaches, it becomes clear that they have the same goal: bring about the end of the Keywork. While Writer feels compelled by greif, Claudio feels compelled by fate. It becomes obvious that Claudio is a tool Writer is using as a means of destroying the story world. Because they are parallels of each other, they are experiencing the same emotions, including those for Ambellina.

hmm tell me if im wrong but after the part "little maggot etc" i kinda hear a part in spanish... dont you too?

I heard the spanish too! I can only make out the "a que hora?" part. It sort of sounds like it says "feliz dia", but it doesn't make much sense. I hope it's included in the album lyrics!!

it kind of sounds like "something something, thats an order"

at least, thats what it sounds like to me

I think that its...

"Watching his tale With the words he unfolds Unconscious and cold We'll never know We scream as he laughs Of the dust from his eyes This world will now learn Of the dreams in his mind"

that sounds more correct to me

^Yeah that is right

this is the craziest prog shit Coheed has ever done. I dig it hard