1. SPINE

Are you close enough to hit?
Are you close enough to kiss?
Are you brave enough to fail?
Are you strong enough to kill for what you love?
We are a home; we are the heart
That beats the backbone
And the spine
We are alone, we are the heart
That beats
Standing eye to eye
Are you rotten to the core?
Are you dead on the inside?
Are your failures not enough?
Are you strong enough to kill for what you love?
Love is love it's not enough to kill
The ones you thought you'd love to hate


2. CONDUIT

Fortune favours the brave
In the front row tears streaming
down our faces, things we've
never seen before. Yeah we're
all strangers but we're all in this together.
And I remember when it used to
be so innocent, and I remember
when it used to be so casual and I remember...
I'm feeling closer to the road that
leads me away from everything
I care about and we share in this misery.
We're all strangers but
we're all in this together.
And I remember when it used to
be so innocent and I remember
when it used to be so casual and I remember what the end might bring.
They give up on us the moment we turned our backs.


3. THE DISTANCE

Days in motion
From the west coasts to the ocean
Mainline to the sunset
As we're sitting in the van
Heading out to mainland
Age is nothing but a number
The difference in experience that we relate
The distance from where the
heart lies between the words and sometimes, it's
A meaning to interpret and relate
A moment in explosions, like
looking out the window as we're
passing by the places out of state
A conversation
Ending in frustration
I never saw the faces
Before it was too late
Indecision is better than compliance
Questioning the motives
Before it turns to hate
A second chance to get things right
Transition between the dark and the light
Coming home to the same things
Leaves me wanting more


4. BEST FRIENDS AND HOSPITAL BEDS

Cold hard lines, across my face into
A mirror I don't recognise myself anymore.
The deepest blacks, the
Empty grey's there is no going back
There is no in-between.
How many friends can I loose
Before it all makes sense?
How many friends can I loose?
Who new loose what to say?
When I'm speaking out to quiet crowds
And at the back of the hall the eyes are silent.
Words mean nothing but empty
Providence, all for a God that
Doesn't seem to care who lives
And who dies, there are no choices.
Each like a body broken struck
From the face of man.
How many friends can I loose
Before it all makes sense?
How many friends can I loose?
Who new loose what to say?
When I'm speaking out to quiet crowds
And at the back of the hall the eyes are silent.


5. NAILS

I'm never going to change, I'm
never going to change a thing and
what is there to gain, pretending
you're something when you're not
and there's nothing left of how things used to be.
To nail the blame of your mistakes to anyone but you.
I'm cutting the cord;
I'm cutting the cord that keeps me.
I'm cutting the ties;
I'm cutting the ties that
bind my feet to the ground
It's getting harder to stay true
when we were younger but that's
not to say we should give in.
To nail the blame of your mistakes to anyone but you.
I'm cutting the cord;
I'm cutting the cord that keeps me.
I'm cutting the ties;
I'm cutting the ties that
bind my feet to the ground, my head in the sand.
And when did the doors start to
close and why did we just turn away?
In favour of some passing
trend that lets us down everyday.
And do we believe in the words?
Do we believe in the words that
we say when we're screaming in
each other's faces just like the good old days?


6. DEATH COMES TO US ALL

I'm full of a sinking feeling
like having the weight of these
thought in my legs, while trying
to outrun my conscience as it
shadows my every step.
And my thoughts will always be
slower, slower than my tongue in
teaching me regret for what I've done.
And I'm sorry;
I reserve these feelings for myself and if I could
only wash my hands clean.
You know I'm sorry but I can't keep
this to myself and I wish I could
only keep my head clear
I'm full of sinking feeling
like having the weight of these thoughts.
I see the idea like the dirt under
my nails only really in my head;
it's only in my head.


7. TRAVELLED

I'm fucking sick, so sick and tired
Of coming back to these broken places
It leaves a hole in me that can never be filled
Walking these streets alone I'm
tired and I'm jaded some, no this
will never be the same old
I'm staying true to the plans in my head
I'm staying true to the plan
Walking these streets alone I'm
tired and I'm jaded some, no this
will never be the same old.
And all the places and all the people
do you regret it would you even know?
Waking up each day trying to face a
cruel world, violence the power of one over another.
This is not how we are meant to live, and this is
not how we are meant to live well
I refuse to be apart of this disease
and I refuse to play that part.


8. GREY

A loss of feeling
Ending in contempt
I feel like I am letting go of everything
Friendships ending
Always in betrayal
You never gave us the benefit of the doubt
I saw you change throughout the years
I saw things begin to fall apart
Fuck your power games
Nothing gold can stay like this
forever it's faded grey
Rusted like the dreams you hold so close
Was it ever even true or was it all
just a lie, you're a
shadow of who you used to be.


9. SUN-LESS

Broken hands, so sans soleil
It lights my way through these
empty streets at night.
Dragging heels, the cold air stabs me
like a needle running with this thread
Scissors cut me dead and gone
living like the blade I carry
I never thought of you
living all alone,
scissors cut me dead I never felt
like anyone could ever be
so far from home
The day begins
when the music ends its days
like these that I
wish I were somewhere else.
And I can't forget my own name
replace it with a voice
that carries on.


10. ELEMENTS

We are forever on the outside
looking in and these are
observations and gravity is the only weight
Thoughts that don't carry enough
speed to escape it like specks of
dust we're dispersed by our elements
We have gathered drawing in
from our borders and still we have
nothing left to resent in each other
We are determines to destroy the
beauty in everything and everyone
burned to the ground


11. HIGH CASTLES

I speak in metaphor it's the only
thing that makes sense to me a
description of a time that I'll never
feel again and hopeless romantics
they wont save me from pissing on
the friendships that have made me
In memory the brightest lights are
fading I'm on my knees waiting for the changes
Words are weapons, in this modern
warfare on a piece of paper or on a billboard.
It breaks the back it rapes the truth for another fucking
lie, the words are weapons in these crucial times.
I'm just trying to figure out if this
will kill me or make me stronger (every day).
Words are weapons they are our shields
Words are weapons, fist by fist.