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The Artist's pallete falls, the paint is spilled with blood.
Someone's shot him down, left him without his soul.
His body's laid to rest and underground he'll stay.
With hopes to resurrect and live again another day.
Now they decide who lives and dies
His peers won't come around, they're too disgraced to face,
Another soldier down, his life's work a waste.
And now these walls are bare, no one pretends to care,
A distant memory, his masterpiece in disrepair.
Now, they decide who lives, and dies.
They will hold you back.
We stand tall and illuminate. We fight through and prevail.
We don't stop when you'd be giving up. We won't ever fail.
A martyr takes his hand to make him live again.
With savage sleight of hand he'll force his legs to stand.
A sick and gutless joke, a serenading hoax.
Interrupted peace, a waste of time, a pathetic excuse for hope.
The sleepless nights have no compassion,
And the dreams that come aren't true.
A charade of lies unconscious, and so much left to be proved.
But the sun will rise and fall again, an the nights will start to shorten.
The memories will fade into darkness.
You can't let it go.
But your world is turned upside down.
It's a panic you can't release.
Once you have it you just can't ever ignore it.
That's when you realize your best days are behind you.
And all you'l ever live for is regret.
You can't take it away.
Someone's shot him down, left him without his soul.
His body's laid to rest and underground he'll stay.
With hopes to resurrect and live again another day.
Now they decide who lives and dies
His peers won't come around, they're too disgraced to face,
Another soldier down, his life's work a waste.
And now these walls are bare, no one pretends to care,
A distant memory, his masterpiece in disrepair.
Now, they decide who lives, and dies.
They will hold you back.
We stand tall and illuminate. We fight through and prevail.
We don't stop when you'd be giving up. We won't ever fail.
A martyr takes his hand to make him live again.
With savage sleight of hand he'll force his legs to stand.
A sick and gutless joke, a serenading hoax.
Interrupted peace, a waste of time, a pathetic excuse for hope.
The sleepless nights have no compassion,
And the dreams that come aren't true.
A charade of lies unconscious, and so much left to be proved.
But the sun will rise and fall again, an the nights will start to shorten.
The memories will fade into darkness.
You can't let it go.
But your world is turned upside down.
It's a panic you can't release.
Once you have it you just can't ever ignore it.
That's when you realize your best days are behind you.
And all you'l ever live for is regret.
You can't take it away.
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The Artist's pallete falls, the paint is spilled with blood. Someone's shot him down, left him without his soul. His body's laid to rest and underground he'll stay. With hopes to resurrect and live again another day. Now they decide who lives and dies
His peers won't come around, they're too disgraced to face, Another soldier down, his life's work a waste. And now these walls are bare, no one pretends to care, A distant memory, his masterpiece in disrepair. Now, they decide who lives, and dies. They will hold you back.
We stand tall and illuminate. We fight through and prevail. We don't stop when you'd be giving up. We won't ever fail.
A martyr takes his hand to make him live again. With savage sleight of hand he'll force his legs to stand. A sick and gutless joke, a serenading hoax. Interrupted peace, a waste of time, a pathetic excuse for hope.
The sleepless nights have no compassion, And the dreams that come aren't true. A charade of lies unconscious, and so much left to be proved. But the sun will rise and fall again, an the nights will start to shorten. The memories will fade into darkness. You can't let it go.
But your world is turned upside down. It's a panic you can't release. Once you have it you just can't ever ignore it. That's when you realize your best days are behind you. And all you'l ever live for is regret. You can't take it away.
Shane: "This is one of my favorites, and was the last one of all the songs we finished for the album. We literally had the whole record done, and I just decided one day we should try to write a super heavy song–no rules, just completely by feel. There was no worrying about song structure or anything like that. I came up with the intro dissonant-sounding riff, and we decided just to go right into a breakdown. The song came really organically, and it just flows. We got our friend Brendan [Murphy] from the awesome band Counterparts to sing with me and his voice fits perfectly. I actually think his voice inspired some of my performance a bit on this track."
Beautiful song...almost as good as the last. Kudos for your song choices! One more day of kudos!
Might be about music industry (again)? "Now they decide who lives and dies", and of course musicians are artists. "Someone's shot him down, left him without his soul. His body's laid to rest and underground he'll stay, with hopes to resurrect and live again another day. His peers won't come around, they're too disgraced to face another soldier down, his life's work a waste." It would make sense.
For me it's about political oppression against dissidence, people in power abusing and the citizens not doing anything about it because of fear. It happens all over the world, in some countries the government kills anyone who just raises his voice against them, just take a look at china, muslim countries, etc.