| Song | Animal Bones |
| Artist | Protest the Hero |
| Album | Volition |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Why do you torture me so? | |
| You sit across the table with both eyes closed. | |
| You speak in myth and fable, and stand unopposed. | |
| The animal bones reveal themselves from deep within your mane. | |
| They reach for ethereal light. | |
| The ancient spears rise from her shoulders and riddle your frame, | |
| marking the first time it was done right. | |
| And that’s not all that haunts me - the death by fire of a child | |
| who waits so patiently. And we are the ones | |
| who set the standard by which we are to be measured. | |
| Measured, measured! | |
| Some things can never walk again cause sometimes a step is all too vile. | |
| The path of five innocent men who are only capable of walking one last mile. | |
| If I could live another day over again, I’d choose not to. | |
| The successes and failures of days passed are constant. | |
| The horizon promises days ahead. | |
| If you won’t quit, then I won’t. | |
| And this I swear to you tonight | |
| upon these former embers | |
| you fanned until they were fire. | |
| We are nothing without the thousands of voices that make the choir. | |
| Nothing without the thousands of voices that make the choir. | |
| We are, we are, we are still life. | |
| (We are, we are, we are still life) | |
| We are, we are, we are... still life | |
| Begging and pleading, not dying, but bleeding out. (Still life, still life) | |
| Begging and pleading, not dying, but bleeding out. (Still life, still life) | |
| Oh, the chemical reaction, the chemical. | |
| Oh, the chemical reaction. | |
| When the walls fell, with arms wide. |
| Why do you torture me so? | |
| You sit across the table with both eyes closed. | |
| You speak in myth and fable, and stand unopposed. | |
| The animal bones reveal themselves from deep within your mane. | |
| They reach for ethereal light. | |
| The ancient spears rise from her shoulders and riddle your frame, | |
| marking the first time it was done right. | |
| And that' s not all that haunts me the death by fire of a child | |
| who waits so patiently. And we are the ones | |
| who set the standard by which we are to be measured. | |
| Measured, measured! | |
| Some things can never walk again cause sometimes a step is all too vile. | |
| The path of five innocent men who are only capable of walking one last mile. | |
| If I could live another day over again, I' d choose not to. | |
| The successes and failures of days passed are constant. | |
| The horizon promises days ahead. | |
| If you won' t quit, then I won' t. | |
| And this I swear to you tonight | |
| upon these former embers | |
| you fanned until they were fire. | |
| We are nothing without the thousands of voices that make the choir. | |
| Nothing without the thousands of voices that make the choir. | |
| We are, we are, we are still life. | |
| We are, we are, we are still life | |
| We are, we are, we are... still life | |
| Begging and pleading, not dying, but bleeding out. Still life, still life | |
| Begging and pleading, not dying, but bleeding out. Still life, still life | |
| Oh, the chemical reaction, the chemical. | |
| Oh, the chemical reaction. | |
| When the walls fell, with arms wide. |
| Why do you torture me so? | |
| You sit across the table with both eyes closed. | |
| You speak in myth and fable, and stand unopposed. | |
| The animal bones reveal themselves from deep within your mane. | |
| They reach for ethereal light. | |
| The ancient spears rise from her shoulders and riddle your frame, | |
| marking the first time it was done right. | |
| And that' s not all that haunts me the death by fire of a child | |
| who waits so patiently. And we are the ones | |
| who set the standard by which we are to be measured. | |
| Measured, measured! | |
| Some things can never walk again cause sometimes a step is all too vile. | |
| The path of five innocent men who are only capable of walking one last mile. | |
| If I could live another day over again, I' d choose not to. | |
| The successes and failures of days passed are constant. | |
| The horizon promises days ahead. | |
| If you won' t quit, then I won' t. | |
| And this I swear to you tonight | |
| upon these former embers | |
| you fanned until they were fire. | |
| We are nothing without the thousands of voices that make the choir. | |
| Nothing without the thousands of voices that make the choir. | |
| We are, we are, we are still life. | |
| We are, we are, we are still life | |
| We are, we are, we are... still life | |
| Begging and pleading, not dying, but bleeding out. Still life, still life | |
| Begging and pleading, not dying, but bleeding out. Still life, still life | |
| Oh, the chemical reaction, the chemical. | |
| Oh, the chemical reaction. | |
| When the walls fell, with arms wide. |