A Hope For Home : Realis

Post Hardcore / USA
(2010 - Facedown Records)
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1. NIGHTFALL

No rising sun, all is cold.
The only light held in our eyes:
It brings forth a new way of life.

And we shall burn our pyres
When the morning comes and welcome a new age.

When the night falls we know,
We will never fear a reckoning again.


2. THE OVERMAN

We’ve broken the binding chain.
The earth cannot contain.
Our arms stretch past the sky.
Now as gods we all shall rise.

Exaltation in the least of these:
We are all that will be.
Now awake and find the dream conceived,
For we are the measure of all.

This is the dawn of time,
This is the end of the world.
We will transcend ourselves,
And we will conquer them both.

Our commission sealed the grave.
Raise your glasses now it is done.
And with nothing above or below,
upon salted ground we rise.

This is the dawn of time,
This is the end of the world.
We will transcend ourselves,
And we will conquer them both.
For we must shed our skin,
Become as gods in the light.
If we’re to find our own way,
Rewrite our paths from the start.

Rise up as gods.
Rise up.
Adorned as gods.


3. WITHERING BRANCHES

Oh what a wide world to conquer,
It rests in the palm of our hands.

The lines blur between corruption
And where we sit upon our thrones.
And we draw blood as if it’s our right to,
But is it our right to?

We’ve been swaying for centuries
And we’ve dug in our roots
As we drink up the sea of divinity.
But we can’t seem to shed our affliction.

What pitiful deities we make
If we can’t reach beyond ourselves.
Such lowly gods we create
When we only believe in what our hands can touch
And our eyes can see.

We’ve been swaying for centuries
And we’ve dug in our roots
As we drink up the sea of divinity.
But we can’t seem to shed our affliction.

What pitiful deities we make
If we can’t reach beyond ourselves.
Such lowly gods we create
When we only believe in what our hands can touch
And our eyes can see...
...What our eyes can see.

Oh what a wide world to conquer,
It falls apart in our hands.


4. THE MACHINE STOPS

A cold steel womb.
A distorted view.
A deafening hum that won’t be subdued.
We’ve found our being within this churning,
And the gears that are turning,
But to what end?
To what end?

This is not what I’m meant for,
This is not what I am.
A cog, a spoke in the machinery of men
That never takes us to where we haven’t been.

Is it too late to take this all back?
If I plant my feet upon this trail
Without a reason or destination,
Then this ship has sunk before it sailed.

An endless churning roar,
A labyrinth of steel and ore.
Our blood becomes the oil,
A meaningless, purposeless toil.

You are all mindless sheep,
Just a piece of the machine.
Keep fueling your hopeless dreams,
They will never mean a thing.

Detach: can we pull these wires from our veins?
Divide our flesh, our blood, our names.
In the face of the machine
My reflection stands and turns, as I walk.
I’m never coming back.


5. NO LIGHT

There's no way out of this,
No light, no hope.
Put out the fire that burned so bright,
No truth, no home.
My footprints in the sand are cleared with morning’s tide.
For nothing will remain,
All will subside.

But there must be something more.
There must be something more.

The darkest clouds will fall,
All meaning laid to waste.
They tell me there’s no hope,
No light to guide the way.
If these shells of skin and bone are all we have,
Then I refuse to stand and watch the fire die inside...
Die inside.


6. POST TENEBRAS LUX

Under a dim lit sky shadows marched like statues.
Darkness was coursing throughout their veins,
And light shone from their eyes.
And it was all they had,
But it was not enough to light their way:
A silent march into awaiting graves.

Turned my back against the night,
Toward the hope that there’s a place where truth abides.
For here we’re left to wonder why we douse the flame
And there is nothing left inside.

We have become as the ravens;
Mighty in numbers and blocking out the sun...
The sun.

And here my will could never contend:
Is this not cold and bent?
And where does my volition fit in?
Where?

Too weak to wade amongst the dead,
Too tired to stand amongst the rest.

So face the sky and tell me
How you gauge living in vain?
Show me the crooked and bent,
The shape of contempt...
Of...contempt...
Of...contempt...
Of contempt.

We’ve buried the flame,
But I contend to dig it up again.


7. FIRST LIGHT OF DAWN

I stand... I stand and turn my back. (x3)

I turn and face the road ahead.
To the unknown that lays fast in my stead.


8. THE CRIPPLING FEAR

For too long we have lived in a confounded state of being,
With nothing to lessen the sting of knowing that all toil and gain
Is just the ebb and flow of time.

Was it all a lie?

We fail every time we let this fear inside
Reason given way to overarching pride.
By our own design we were led astray.
Crossing ageless lines.
Blind men led the way.

We hold to whatever makes us safe
As if Truth was all too much to take.
We crawl like shadows in the night.
The illusion fades with morning’s light.

We will fail every time we let this fear inside.
We must open our hearts to look beyond ourselves,
Then we’ll understand
That all of us can see everything as day,
A light to guide the way,
A reason for today.

We say...
Are these the words of God,
Or reflections of mine?
Will I find that path,
Or just circle around,
Damned to the unknown?


9. THE WARMTH OF THE HEAVENS

With arms outstretched and hope intact
I fix my gaze to the stars above.
I can’t feel their warmth,
Burning on my skin,
But still they shine,
With no need to question them.


10. SEASONS

We’ve conquered everything,
These minds and these machines.
By our hands the earth stops its spin,
And with our will it begins again.
But our first breath is as our last.
Our first breath is as our last.
Our first breath is as our last.

And will the heavens still shine without our gaze?
And will the seasons still pass
If there’s no one to count the days?

We fade like the summer leaves in fall,
Then drift with the winters wind.
And still we thought that we were gods,
But we’re nothing more than a grain of sand in time.

We’ve conquered everything,
These minds and these machines.
By our hands the earth stops its spin,
And with our will it begins again.
But when the mountains turn to dust,
And the rivers all run dry,
When my final breath has come and gone,
This place will carry on.

We are nothing more than grains of sand
On the shores of time.


11. ASCENSION

Can this be my only home?
Planes of dust, and rising seas.
I will release the bonds,
But will this set me free?

Awake, climb, all will fade.
In time, we will understand that all we can see
Is not the end to all that will be.

Mistaken for the final rest
The collapse of lungs and one last breath.
All reveals the trail to a door ahead.
Collect consciousness,
Prepare to tread endless voids.


12. AFTER

Past life and frailty.
Light pours its way through me,
Revealing more than alchemy.
And the Truth behind all that we see in time,
We will understand
This is not the end to all that will be.



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