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This Will Be the Death of Us (07/21/2009)
07/21/2009
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This Will Be the Death of Us (feat. Vinnie Caruana)
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The Few That Remain (feat. Hayley Williams)
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Arrival Notes
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Our Ethos: A Legacy to Pass On (feat. Chad Gilbert)
. . .


I spent the end of the day thinking about the changing of our lives
The kids we were set out to play the music through the songs that gave us drive
And that was only five years ago, It was three last time we sang
about the "dead men" and the rising of a scene we wanted so bad to help make

I was ready, let me let go
Until I heard a shouting from you
Yeah, the very thing I had to
Keep me grounded when I fell through
When death comes for us...

Terrible lies I had been pulling out my sides
There were so many of me yelling, cursing, fighting, hitting anger to learn why
I was losing all I’d worked for, I was losing all my friends,
I was losing my own voice coughing a demon bent on break, break, breaking.

I was ready, let me let go
Until I heard a shouting from you
Yeah, the very thing I had to
Keep me grounded when I fell through
I’ve had my doubts (and I had to run away home)
They drag me down (to try to breathe again on my own)
Built in my head (still I couldn’t stand to follow)
I’m burning them down.
The program has a glitch that I don’t want now
I am too down to stay with sound that keeps me alive.
With a loud shout and a heart crowd, we will roll the die; four, then five,
until we drop.

[Vinnie Caurana:]
I drop a 123 over the ground. It’s broken.
This is all our days ahead, this is where I found an open.
And longer roads under here where stability isn’t half as clear
When I’m trapped alive. Here it’s the rush that makes it worth it...

This will be the death of us, my friends.

. . .


Our instincts are being re-routed,
We are existing in an artificially created state of being,
The lower classes and the poor are growing,
Civil rights and racial equality are non-existent,
They have created an oppressive nation and culture,
And we have been none the wiser,
That is their primary means of prosperity:
keep us asleep, keep us greedy,
keep us numb.

. . .


We are intent only on our own gain.

Tune in and avert your eyes to the blank telescreen.
They're watching you sleep, telling you to eat
What could be soylent green.
Now, now, now look away and go back to bed.
They will get what they need
When we sleep, work, and play,
When we consume and obey.

'Cause we are all born in to a controlled mindset.
Godmoney makes a death threat on ethics.
Governed by greed and a stale routine.
Can we just justify the means if we're...

Plugged in, tuned out?
We all need to wake up 'cause we've been
Detached for too long.
We need to deprogram from
Shifting with the public eye.
We have a right to question why.
See through the lies,
Re-sensitize, and look closer.

Get schooled, get married, get it on.
Start a family. Hurry, move along.
You might start to think, make a different move.
Lose your only mind that you've never used anyway.
Walk on the white line. Brainwashed.
Walk on the same side. Brain dead.
It's secure and safe like you need it all to be.

Plugged in, tuned out
We all need to wake up 'cause we've been
Detached for too long.
We need to deprogram from
Shifting with the public eye.
We have a right to question why.
See through the lies,
Re-sensitize, and look closer.

And look closer in.
(They live) wide awake, fully aware,
(We sleep) on a quest to find out where
(They live) the dream turned into a scare,
(We sleep) a fascinating new nightmare.
(They live) wide awake, fully aware,
(We sleep) on a quest to find out where
(They live) the dream turned into a scare,
(We sleep) a fascinating new nightmare.

Walk on the white line. Brainwashed.
Walk on the same side. Brain dead.
It's secure and safe like you need it all...

They want benign complacency.
This is where we start to look closer.

Plugged in, tuned out, wake up.
Plugged in, tuned out, wake up.
Plugged in, tuned out
We all need to wake up 'cause we've been
Detached for too long.
We need to deprogram from
Shifting with the public eye.
We have a right to question why.
See through the lies,
Re-sensitize, and look closer.

Now, now look closer.

. . .


December 26th, '04.
Dan's dad dropping of the van for the Make Move Tour.
We're meeting up soon with The Warriors.
We're losing money and our lunches on the jeans Matt wore
To the first show. We're on the road.

May 22nd, '06.
Zoli just tried to ignite a Roman candle stick.
We're troubling the stateside with CIS.
A full blown assault on the whole U.S.
Take on the world, and see it all.

Even as we get older
We can do it all over.
Make our own plans and score the music to our own lives.
Looking into the future,
There is more room to move here.
Invincible as we score the music to our own lives.

And dreams lived all throughout '07.
EU kinships with No Trigger begin.
Anticipating the fall with New Found.
Awe struck by GB in Berlin.
And sometimes snacksidents will happen,
And it's so hard to keep your razzberry cool.
"Hey, I'm in Georgia with Fireworks and Justin K.
We're all in a holding cell but somehow Baloni got away."
"I'm just trying to get my smoothie on, dawg."

Even as we get older
We can do it all over.
Make our own plans and score the music to our own lives.
Looking into the future,
There is more room to move here.
Invincible as we score the music to our own lives.

Now we gotta react, we gotta think fast.
Side bust wits leave us delirious.
Outspoken hearts, restless as sharks. My life, my pride.
Save me the daylight, Bring me home, It's OK cause
My way has only got to work for me.
I'm trying my hardest to make the most of every minute.
Time flies. And the top of the world is calling.
Time grabs me by the shoulders.
We're holding on.

I remember the time we were on our first tour.
We were out in Texas...

Even as we get older
We can do it all over.
Make our own plans and score the music to our own lives.
Looking into the future,
There is more room to move here.
Invincible as we score the music to our own lives.
Score the music to our own lives.

. . .


Wait, I'm feeling it again.
(Wait, I'm feeling it again.)
Had lost touch from gut to head
'Til we crossed a path and met
And I got scared just for a bit
Because I had been doing alright
Without a someone in my sights,
But I am changing and quickly.
Why does it hurt when we invest
Into an excitable sense?
When waiting anxious for return,
Getting pushed away discerns
But I am wanting to try it again
And let another someone in.
They're saving me.

I jump through a wall when
I pick apart faults that
I've made in the past
Caused affection to pass.
I want to learn from mistakes,
I want it to be OK if I hold on tighter.

Don't be afraid to find a way.
Communicate your thoughts when it's your own line.
Better to know, get "yes" or "no,"
Than wonder if it wait...

Wait, I'm feeling it again
Reminds me of being a kid
Jumping on every seat in a moving car
It's life like the movies where we are
On basement show weekends,
Trying our hands at pop-punk bands.
All music, sharing everything that means the most.

I'm getting so nervous scripting out these thoughts.
I'm hoping I really don't mess this part up.
Communication's something I still don't get,
But if you work with me I'm sure to make it.

Don't be afraid to find a way.
Communicate your thoughts when it's your own line.
Better to know, get "yes" or "no,"
Than wonder if it was worth the waiting...

I'm getting so nervous scripting out these thoughts.
(Make something to you like you to me,)
I'm hoping I really don't mess this part up.
(To mean something that we both mean...)
Communication's something I still don't get,
(Mean something to you like you to me,)
But if you work with me I'm sure to make it.
(We have a lot in ourselves.)

I jump through a wall when
I pick apart faults that
I've made in the past
Caused affection to pass.
I want to learn from mistakes,
I want it to be OK if I hold on tighter.
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid when it's your own line.

Don't be afraid to find a way.
Communicate your thoughts when it's your own line.
Better to know, get "yes" or "no,"
Than wonder if it...
Wait, I'm feeling it again.
(Wait, I'm feeling it again.)
That excitable sense,
(I'm feeling it again)
I'm feeling it again...
And it's my own line.
Better to know, get "yes" or "no,"
Than wonder if it was worth the wait.

How long will you offer me stability when I have none to give in return?
My only hope is that when winter comes to this lonely beach town this year
You'd be willing to make time for me again.
You're what makes this place the closest thing I have to home
And I can't help thinking that maybe this won't last,
But I am hoping that someday those thoughts will fade
And things will change for us. I know they can.

. . .


Get me out of here.
This isn’t slowing down.
We’ve hit black ice and lost control.
We’re spinning faster now.
Tell me are we flying? Are we falling to the ground?
If tomorrow doesn’t come, did we die for nothing?

Recounting past events has helped reveal that you don’t give a damn about the days when you would live the words you wrote.
Not the person who you were; I hate the person you’ve become.
You inspired. Now expired, it has died for nothing.

Some stop feeling love for all the places they come from.
A person I will not become.
A jaded liar, unforgivable.

Some stop feeling love for every word that they once sung.
May I never lose my youth and If I do, may I be forgettable.

But I can't stop feeling love for this place we both came from. I will never lose my youth.
All of this is too unforgettable.

You said you started up this home because you didn't like the way these kinds of things were run.
You've said you understand the work it takes to make us grow.
If you had then where were you?
We've payed our dues without you.

Am I the only one who sees all of the deceit and festering hypocrisy?
Don’t ever talk to me like you think you know me or what I've been through.
I am nothing like you!

This is the last time you will have us.
You're lawless and purely dishonest.
A scandal that we have funded for you.
Make no mistake this all is about you.

No, we never knew.
Don't buy what they sell you.
Hear what I tell you.
Don't buy what they sell you.

. . .


Come on and break down and show us who you are.
Memorable first impressions only get you far
When you stay true from beginning to end.
Flexing all your morals, your environment will bend back
As you bend crooked.

Come on and break down fake personas from your art.
I used to hang on every verse when my days would get hard.
Flash forward to present day and time:
A fraud, a hoax, a method actor reading scripted lines back.
Why'd you take that path?
There's no way back.

We are the spark that once would ignite a pilot light burning deep in your heart.
The start of making yourself out to be bigger than you really are.

Conscience is calling, come and shut it up.
Yeah I know life gets rough sometimes
And big dollars take the pressure off of hard times,
But gluttony's a sin and hunger will not let you win if you don't get a grip.
Use some self will to control it, hold it.

[Hayley Williams:]
"Wooah guys uhm, is it cool if I get in on this here?"
(Hell yeah!)
(Dude, go for it!)

[Hayley Williams:]
Alright listen!
(Ohhhh)
I see you ready, set, go.
With unqualified pride, orders of your disguise explode.
Watch us double up on those who try to intimidate unaware eyes.
Fabrications of a buster living within a lie.
If you come back you'll have to get (get, get, get, get)
Through all of us.

We are the spark that once would ignite a pilot light burning deep in your heart.
The start of making yourself out to be bigger than you really are.
You instilled, helped to build
A belief within me that I carry to this day.
You passed the torch and cared no more.
What a shame. Who's to blame when the mighty fall from grace?

Go settle up with the kids fed up.
This time we want for you to man on up right
And account for all your crimes.
Go settle up with the kids fed up.
This time we want for you to man on up
Right now, I want you to say it.
I wanna know why you abandoned this and now hate it. Just why?
But you don't know why.
Such an elusive, guileful, meaningless sham.

Come on and break down
Come on and break down
Come on and break down
Come on and break down
Break down
Break down
Who's to blame?
Tell me who, who's to blame. Take the same.
Now when the mighty fall from grace?

. . .


Shouting words at a mirror,
Trying to find the hero.
I don't want to let any of you down.

I see me on the floor of a room inside
My own house with a set of darker eyes.
Distortion shows row to open doors
I closed for good reasons years before.

Growing up, I was told one too many times
I'd never be good enough, never be alright.
See, I'm an equal like you with fears,
I'm not above or below. My only home is here.
Want you to know I sometimes let go.

Shouting words at a mirror,
Trying to find the hero
They all say I am.
The voice behind these verses
Is still so far from perfect.
I don't want to let any of you down.

Kick, kick, kick myself, numbed up to reacquaint with hell.
Lost touch and stared off into doubt.
Depersonalized in a cloud
Trading afflictions for imperfections.

Shouting words at a mirror,
Trying to find the hero
They all say I am.
The voice behind these verses
Is still so far from perfect.
I don't want to let any of you down.

Because I have troubles I hide
And emotions that I cry,
And I am not strong sometimes.
I, too, need song to save my life.

Run from self harm.
Experiencing alterations.
(Run from self harm.)
No control over self-perception.
(Run from self harm.)
I am on outside bones observing these skeletons.
(Get away) I hate the darkness.
(Get away) I turn all the lights on.

Shouting words at a mirror
Shouting words at a mirror
Shouting words at a mirror
Trying but I can't find the hero.
Shouting words at a mirror,
Trying to find the hero
They all say I am.
This voice behind these verses
Is still so far from perfect.
I don't want to let any of you down.

Because I have troubles I hide
And emotions that I cry.
But I will get through this just fine.
We have each other to remind.

. . .


Stand down
Manifesting a destiny
of unavoidable doom
Black wolves are gnashing at our heels
Fangs of accountability
all unforeseen or intentionally neglected?

The degradation of a home
Humanity sits on its throne
Cover your eyes and ears and know
we can’t escape the consequence

And now the rising of septic tides as refuse litters the Pacific Gyre
We continue to drown the ocean in its own waters
Stand down, Stand down
Time’s out now
Kill like we know how
Killing like we’re allowed!

The degradation of a home
Humanity is so lost
Cover your eyes and ears and know (without remorse)
we can’t escape the consequence

And everything’s ending..

Make way
A failed culture makes its mark existing only to destroy what came first
With no regard for creation, men play God, drop unstoppable bombs
All institutions are wrong, but none of them will ever stop!

Make way for man, Make way for man, Make way for man, Make way for man
Bombs away, Bombs away, Bombs Away
NO ESCAPE!

Now turn the other cheek and pretend
Full speed to hatred forcing life against its will
Full speed ‘til we’re dead, We can’t escape the consequence

we can’t escape the consequence
Bombs Away
The degradation of a home
Bombs Away
Humanity sits on its throne
Bombs Away
Cover your eyes and ears and know
Bombs Away
we can’t escape the consequence..

NO ESCAPE

. . .


Make us aware.

I cannot cope with all this hope gushing like blood.
I cannot get my stomach to understand
We can't bring these taken lives back.

Explicit truth is blunt.
It is uncensored. It is aware.
My sadness evolves into hate.
I want to know why no one told me.

Cowards are hiding using systems that are failing.

Tell me what I can do to stop this.
Injections of miscarried justice.
Make us aware.

And who are we anyway to empower ourselves
To however take all others live down.
The problem is it's one thing to control, another thing to expel.
We falsely convict by misleading the witness,
even proven deaths of many innocent.
In the name of what God should we ever be allowed?

Cowards are hiding using systems that are failing.
Answers are getting buried as powers keep abusing.
(Resolution seems so possible. Integrate a compassion into control.)

Tell me what I can do to stop this.
Injections of miscarried justice.
The method's flawed and I feel hopeless.
Hurting to raise my state of conscience.

It's been concealed for ten years and ten before for centuries.
Concealed from forthsights and knowledge bases of our communities.
(So what are we gonna do now? So what are we gonna do now?)
So what are we gonna do now to change this?

Make us aware, aware, aware.
Make us aware, aware, aware.
I want to heal the haunt.
I want to know how to stop.
I want to make a difference.
Don't want to feel useless.
Decipher out the true crime.
Everyone mis-steps sometimes.
Remember there is always
Another side to what we know.

No more anguish.
No more torture.
No more suffer.
Call for restructure.
No more anguish. (No more anguish.)
No more torture. (No more torture.)
No more suffer. (No more suffer.)
Call for restructure. (Call for...)

The method's flawed but I am not useless, no.
I'm singing to raise higher awareness. (Make us aware.)
Tell me what I can do to stop this. (Make us aware.)
Injections of miscarried justice.
The method's flawed and I feel hopeless.
(Concentrate the efforts made.)
Hurting to raise my state of conscience.
(Admit the fault and help reshape.)
Tell me what I can do to stop this.

. . .

Arrival Notes

[No lyrics]

. . .


Let's take it back.

Let's take it back to the start again,
When we didn't have an outline in our heads.
When we only had a show to motivate us,
Keep us far from trouble.
Keep us guarded.
Simple words with a deeper meaning.
Something to relate to that we could call our own.
Lasting values of the generations who were here before us,
Now we must carry on.

Traditions, our mission:
To listen, learn, and pass them on.
Our ethos, it's all we know.
We can't let go.

I found a name for what I am.
I was searching, trying to figure out why I did not belong.
It separates me from the rest
As the only thing that I identify with and I am still hear to say it!

I am never alone.
THIS IS A PLACE TO CALL OUR OWN.

Traditions, our mission:
To listen, learn, and pass them on.
Our ethos, it's all we know.
We can't let go.
The time is now to stand, be proud.
We all are part of something more.
Our ethos, don't let it go.
Don't let it....

When there is no one there to hear you the music will listen,
And when there's no one there to tell the words will write themselves.
So you say that this is trapping me. Yeah, and maybe I agree,
But there are ways in which I'm free that you will never be.

[Chad Gilbert]:
Been around long enough by now to know I see things differently than most.
But here, like-minded souls surround and I found a name for what I've always been.
So come with me if you feel what I feel.
We'll turn these words into something real.
Follow these footsteps, come into your own.
You'll never walk alone. We'll never walk alone!

SO COME WITH US IF YOU FEEL WHAT WE FEEL.
WE'LL TURN THESE WORDS INTO SOMETHING REAL.
FOLLOW OUR FOOTSTEPS, COME INTO YOUR OWN.
YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE. WE'LL NEVER WALK ALONE!

Traditions, our mission:
To listen, learn, and pass them on.
Our ethos, it's all we know.
We can't let go.
The time is now to stand, be proud.
We all are part of something more.
Our ethos, don't let it go.
Don't let it....

Let's take it back.

Traditions, our mission:
To listen, learn, and pass them on.
Our ethos, it's all we know.
We can't let go.

. . .


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