Song | Animal Bones |
Artist | Protest the Hero |
Album | Volition |
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. |