I can’t continue on without a sign. One wing to haul the weight of only one third of an eye. The voice I’m leaning into has been thrown. When all the meat is stripped away I’m chewing on the bone. I’m condemned until the moment I forget that I haven’t learned a goddam thing yet. My soul is sticking out like a talon through a shell. You can wait until the rapture I will hightail it to hell. Water everywhere but no water fit to drink. I’ve got endless proof and I don’t know what to think. Nothing but time, not a minute left to spare. Gallons of fuel I cant get anywhere. When all I am is a stone that says the name I had and the years that I had been, the quiet depths and the measured steps won’t echo like the shriek of riot did. Sever the anchor you drag or be frozen at the stake. Choke down all the prey in your path before you become the prey. No one likes a company man. Nothing but a snake. Look at my war its the prettiest thing alive. I traded it for sanity now all you see is mine. Open the throttle, feel the thunder in the sails. Pick up the scent of fear and follow the trail. When all I am is a stone that says the name I had and the years that I had been, the quiet depths and the measured steps won’t echo like the shriek of riot did. I can’t move the dredge without heat. Still water of a puddle and the ocean never meet. I’ve wandered off a path into a storm. A trance into a fury, a mantra for a sword. Doomed until I recall how to fire up an engine that has stalled. I would trade what I have lost for the things I have left. Some clarity just to see darkness best? My flower in your barrel hasn’t stopped the slaughter yet. So spent we can’t be saved. We lost sleep but we found our way. Sharpen your ax against the road. Don’t hold out hope. Such courage pulls us down. We ride on. Our songs refuse the grave. These beating hearts make violent waves. Push the pedal right through the floor. Want so much more.
Every Time I Die is a loud rock institution committed to leaving every nuanced outpouring of chaotic passion and blissful malcontent all over their records …