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House of Heroes
House of Heroes


Background information
Origin Columbus, Ohio, United States
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Christian Rock
Years active 1998—present
Label(s) Gotee Records
Mono Vs Stereo
Website Website
Members
Tim Skipper
Colin Rigsby
Jared Rigsby
A.J. Babcock
Eric Newcomer
Josh Dun



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House of Heroes Album


House of Heroes (04/26/2005)
04/26/2005
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Metaphor in Parentheses (on 2005 release)
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The Bois D'Arc Circus (instrumental; on 2005 release)
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The Invisible Hook (on 2006 re-release)
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Shut up if you want to get paid.
What's your option?
Cold corruption or starvation
Buckets for bullet wounds
There are no doctors, only victims, only butchers

Find a place to put your hope in
See how they open up the gates
for those who push them over
Uh oh, the cold composure
I'm not afraid to die tonight, I'm not afraid to...

Here's a joke you might not laugh at:
All the poorest work the hardest for the smallest
Do what you got to do
There are no handshakes
only handguns only earthquakes
Buckets for bullet wounds
There are no churches only prisons only senators

Find a place to put your hope in
See how they open up the gates
for those who push them over
Uh oh, the cold composure
I'm not afraid to die tonight, I'm not afraid to...

Oh, Composure
Oh, Composure
Oh, Composure

The wolf that comes to many homes these days
Just had pups in my kitchen
I sold them, and here is the money

Oh Yeah!

. . .


Count backwards from ten, and you'll see the change.
Except in you're heart, it's sadly the same
If you were the Queen, who would you choose for a king?
Or would you rather be free, or like a dog on a chain?
I'm not so sure all things are as you say.

Nothing's going fast enough tonight.
Nothing's gonna feed your appetite.
All the lights are on, it comforts no one but your silhouette.
Nothings gonna keep you satisfied,
though a million boys would love to try.
Build new cages, but the beast rules every corner of your life.

I can see it coming over you.
You've got your eyes on sharpened knives.
You'll turn your friends to alibis.
I can see it, it's inside of you.
I heard it in your voice last night.
You've got your eyes on sharpened knives,
and it's cutting your life lines.

Perfect, it'd be perfect, just to forget yourself.
Wretched melodies call you from the deep,
when you should be sleeping,
Want becomes a need as you feel the beast;
sacrifice your freedom.

. . .


And I don't want to spend this Friday night,
like I had to spend last Friday night;
dying by the record machine.
All day cigarettes, all day entertain the void.
There are so many things I should be doing
but I don't, and I don't change.
All day kerosene, all day I play with matchbooks.
I push them all away or burn them alive
in attempts to save me.
Regret would require less arrogance.

I like my self on the following conditions:
that I'm better than the next guy
at everything I'm into.
And my looks are important
if I'm less sophisticated.
And my girlfriend's a bombshell
and I'm all she's ever dated.
And money's an object if it pays for my ego.
Power's the drug, and pride s the needle.
And it rips through my skin
and goes into my blood stream.
I feel like laughing, I feel like choking on it.

I don't want to spend this Friday night
picking fights by the record machine.

True, but not quite,
that I'm tired of the fantasy.
And I see the light,
but the dark is so accommodating.
The worst mistake I cold make
is watch you walking away.
Not that I know how to change
I do it just the same

. . .


Hold loosely to my hand
'Cause it's a long, long road
And you dont know and I dont know where it goes
Or where it ends
It's a long, long road, a long, long road

You're gonna get back on the front page, baby
Take turns driving your Mercedes
Get back? You don't even know if you can
Get back on the runway, honey
Do it for love, not for money
Get back? You don't even know if you can

It's complicated
It's long and winded
I've been frustrated
But I know you can make it

You're gonna get back on the front page, baby
Take turns driving your Mercedes
Get back? You don't even know if you can
Get back on the runway, honey
Do it for love, not for money
Get back? You don't even know if you can

I sell my passion for a dime
Unto a thousand hungry eyes
I covet kingdoms crumbling
What will we do when the fickle flee?

I'm yours if you don't say maybe

. . .


Wake the dead.
Serial sleepers slay with words unsaid.

Sleep with the light on
And keep the loneliness away.
I feel the darkness anyway,
And I wish for the dawn.

Wake the dead.

Serial sleepers slay with words unsaid.

Rise up, O Sons of God,
and sing the song that hides behind your teeth.
These ears have longed to hear
On my own.

Waiting for the light. (Be still)

Save our souls from all our dreams come true.

Wake the dead.

Serial sleepers slay with words unsaid.

. . .


Don't bother to show integrity,
it never sells on the market.
Chain all the world down.
Don't fuss with your creativity,
they never asked for an artist.
Take all the heart out.
All the kids want to rock,
but they don't want to sit through another boring chorus.
One or two at the top might give you a shot,
but they don't want to risk any losses.
Take all the heart out.

The vampires want you blood.
You can't always get what you want, but they do.
You can't always get what you want, but they know:
the truth is what they want it to be.

Drop by drop.
The camera flash casts shadows from their egos.
Sing a song like you wrote it.
Puppets don't think, puppets just dance.
Make a face like you mean it.

. . .


Darkness spreads it lonely wings
on the high horizons of our hopes and dreams.
As long shadows grow, now they're fading,
in the twilight of our hopeful waiting.
The tide is rising.

O girl, you're needed tonight.
Behind your eyes there's a light.
Beautiful girl. Do what you will,
I'm not leaving tonight.

Under the weight of a clear endless sky.
It seems like we waste all our time making time.
I could spend all of mine inside your eyes.
Do what you will, I'm believing tonight.
I've left behind all the 'whens?' and the 'whys?'.
Seems like I waste all my time making rhymes.
I could spend all of mine inside these lines.
Though I taste my tears, there is victory.
Love has conquered fear, truth will carry me

. . .


No, I don't want you back. But I don't want you with him.
No, I don't love you still, I hate him so though.
Guess I'm off the hook if you're not my victim.
Must be something else that's in my skin.
I hate it. This doesn't feel like getting well.
This doesn't feel like anything good.

I'm pulling back the skin here. I'm taking out the pins here.
I'm finding that you're still in here. I'm pulling back the skin.
Begin pulling back the skin.

I would like to see you only if to see you cry.
I would like to kiss you, only to kiss you goodbye.
At best I've bad intentions, and at worst I'd rather die
than see you with another guy.
And in pulling back the skin, I appear to have come undone.
But I broke you first, I broke you worse.
And I appear to be the jealous one.
But I broke you first, am I broken worse?
And I remember everything, o yes.
Tears in your eyes, wind in your hair.
Cold in the water, warm in the flow of blood.

I, I have this dream where I'm bleeding.
We're in your car, I start to panic.
Waves are crashing. Over head, stars are shining.
You left me for dead. Down by the shore,
I told you that I did not love you anymore.
There're tears in your eyes. How I've tried to let you go,
the words I said were lies, I did not know.
Get in the car and drive. See if what's mine is mine.
See if the dead can rise. I'm washed away.

. . .

The Bois D'Arc Circus

[No lyrics]

. . .


Up the stairs and down the hall.
To your door and through the wall.
Sorry that I never called.

I can't lose you, cuz you're my only one.
I can't lose you, cuz you're my own.
I must be crazy.
I never thought it would come to this.
And maybe, it's suicide by small increments.
Amazing, I'll admit that it's amazing.
I can not get my hands around it.

Brick by brick I built these walls.
Sorry that I never called.
So please, come to your window.
Been throwing rocks all night.

. . .


I waited for you, watching you sleep
machines were breathing for you.
Dolled up in white, wrapped in tubes
You wore them so gracefully
Angels and demons were fighting for you
Your maidens do your bidding

If you wake, mine will be
The first eyes you see

Oh, hey
Hopeless cathedrals, blankets and needles
Oh, hey
Angels in top hats, and cups full of blood

Everything happened so fast
I can't recall the road, the rain
The bag, the blood, the splash
Tell me everything's fine, tell me that she's alright
But she's not, she's not
I see you now only in pieces, in pieces

Janie, can you hear my prayers hit the ceiling?
And can you tell me if my words have meaning?
Can you tell me what my hope is to look like?

Hey, you'll never find another
Hey, hey, you'll never find another end
Hey, hey, you'll never find another
Hey, hey, hey, you'll never find another

Hopeless cathedrals, blankets and needles
Angels in top hats, cups full of blood
Dreams are for dreaming, buckets for bleeding
Eyes are for seeing, but you'll still be sleeping

. . .


You want a genocide?
We can avert our eyes tonight
You keep us entertained
We'll overlook your bloodstained hands
Money for gasoline
Is money for a vaccine. Alright
Living in apathy
We are living in abject poverty
You want a genocide?
We can avert our eyes tonight
You got a claim to fame?
We'll overlook the bloodstains on your hands
Everybody dance to the invisible hook
Yeah they can sell, they can sell, they can sell what they took
Everybody's seein it but nobody look
Yeah they can sell, they can sell, they can sell what they took
We could've changed the world five times, if only we could open your eyes
Stuffing our ears with luxury
Covered our eyes in apathy
What can be done with our disease?
What can be done with our disease?
This is genocide, alright
This is suicide, alright
This is a blinded eye, alright
This is a violent crime, alright
I can see for miles and miles
Give us a guiding light
Give us a hope in the night
Give us a guiding light
I can see for miles and miles
Hypocrisy for miles and miles
Open our eyes for miles and miles

. . .


Find the bold fused in the bone
Grinding, pulling
All this machinery was never gonna let you go
Binding, owning
Break to heal, and heal he will
Fragile, growing
He learned to hate, he learned to kill, and now he'll learn to feel
He'll learn to feel
Take these wings of iron
Off my back, out of my heart
Forged in the fire and the fire it burns in me
Get out your ghosts
Teach them to sing
Fire is burning you clean
I bet you had it coming
And when it rains
Live in the stream
Every drop that comes down from above
Washes you clean
I bet you had it coming
I've slept in the belly of the beast
Now I'll sleep under your wings
Forged in the fire and the fire it burns in me

. . .


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