Bones

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released 20 August 2013
Produced/Engineered by Sam Pura at The Panda Studios

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Giver: San Jose, California

Bryan Muirhead - Vocals
Aaron Hook - Bass
Brandon Wright - Guitar
Taylor Morris - Drums

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  • Apr 20
    Siegen, Germany

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Track Name: Cathedral
We raised Her body.
We made Her mind think.
We told Her mouth speak.
We built Her heart beat.

But where's Her spirit?
Track Name: Condition
There's no room for me to reap what I sew.
The baskets are full with the wolves I dethroned.
Hail Mercy, Hail Mercy.
I'll take what you won't give me.

I will not be your condition.
Blood will run out of your wretched system.
No I will not be your condition.
I will uproot your "righteous" kingdom.

I will carry the sun in stride,
And swallow death whole in the still of the night.
Yes I will let the moon reside,
Deep within your hollow mind.

We are fluent in compact expression.

I wish that I cared about my friends,
As much as they cared about themselves.
Cut them down,
And rediscover the words we've been given.
Cut you down,
Rediscover the bones that we live in.
I wish that I cared about my friends,
As much as they cared about themselves.

Hail Mercy, Hail Mercy.

I will not be your condition,
Blood will run out of your wretched system.
No I will not be your condition,
I will uproot your "righteous" kingdom.

The wells you build won't fill you up.
Track Name: Icon
Incarnate! Incarnate!
Take the cross and turn it upside down.
Watch the dirt catch your spirit bleed out.

"You are not the sum of your parts."
I don't trust these words like I used to.

In separate pieces I will not be broken down.
And you cannot cut me down into pieces from your throne.
I will let you down.

I was told that I need saving.
From what?
I never heard a damn thing.
I never heard a goddamn thing.

Beauty is nothing but the beginning,
The beginning of terror.
Track Name: Filter
How, how long till we look back?
And laugh and laugh at what you had.
My dear friends, friends that live and breathe.
Hear, hear this, hear our distant screams.

My friends are dead but you still remain.
But your soul will filter down the drain.
A hollow body a hollow shell, a hollow love, for no-one else.
But it seems that maybe death is not the final word.
Love is not enough. Love is not enough.
My friends have left me but this you knew.
Don’t let death’s grip keep you.

How, how long, till your beauty fades?
And skin it, cracks beneath the weight.
May, may we, tear down this cage.
Lead our souls, let them escape.

My friends that live and breathe.
(Come back, come back)
Come to reality.

My friends are dead but you still remain.
But your soul will filter down the drain.
A hollow body a hollow shell, a hollow love, for no-one else.
But it seems that maybe death is not the final word.
Love is not enough. Love is not enough.
My friends have left me but this you knew.
Don’t let death’s grip keep you too.

You’ve still got your spirit.
(Don't give it away)

When, bodies, break into nothing.
Our spirits, build it into something.
When, bodies, break into nothing.
Your spirit, builds it into being.

I’ve still got my spirit.
Don’t give it away.
You can’t take that from me.
I’ve still got my spirit.
Track Name: Ruby
I will carry your bones.
Death will carry us home.

You're more than your reflection.
Breath the resurrection in.
It'll turn you inside out.
That's where your beauty's always found.

The mirror can't speak true to you.
Only your soul will let you know.
Who you have been.
Who you will be.

I will carry your bones.
Death will carry us home.

The only answer to death is not yet.
You are my sacrament.

I'll let the earth speak for your beauty.
You are a ruby.
You are the very thing,
To which my lungs scream,
To which these words mean,
From which my heart sings,
This precious melody.

You are my sacrament.
The only answer to death is not yet.

I will carry your bones.
Track Name: Bones
God told me a ghost story.
Of our bones becoming one with the earth.
And as He leaned in He whispered to me.
"Dig a grave equal to your worth."

Start digging.
Break the earth.
Keep digging.

The trees in the wind began to preach.
"When will this deity rescue me?"

My spirit is ready.
My legs are heavy.
My bones won't let me.
I'm stuck on the ground.

We are not our bones.
Track Name: C.O.C.
If I can make scars can I heal them too?
When we make scars can we make them new?
Open your eyes to the circle.
Open your mind, time is immortal.

And those God blesses he damns in the same breath.

When love seems not enough, we see dimly.
When love is not enough.

Not what we want but what we need.
Not what we shout but what we bleed.
Not what we see but we know.
Not what we build but what we grow.

When love is not enough.
We'll use the rain to breathe.
Pull the arrow from the deep.
I hope we survive our blessing.
I hope we survive this blessing.
Track Name: Arrow
Take the arrow out of Death's heart.

Do you know? Do you have the knowledge?
Then tell me what Her face looks like? (Or is it his?)
You have truth cornered well, I like the blur.
Where is your balance? Where is your story?

You're creating division (The moon will not turn red)
Suffering is the true tradition
You're creating division (The words you use are dead)
Suffering is the true tradition

May we think more, that we may know less.
Dive in your mind.

Skin for skin, what will you give?
Cultivate your humility.
You're not a prophet if your home agrees.
What we speak shapes reality.

This is relief (restoration)
This is release (not your salvation)

String the bow.
Set the mark.
Gain your balance.
Leave the dark.

Grab your bow.
Hit the mark.
Take the arrow out of Death's heart.
Track Name: Political Wrath
We were hoping for blood and glory.
We wrote Psalms about creating an army.
We want the Empire brought to ruin.

We expected your political wrath.
But instead we got a slaughtered lamb.
Our voices sung: Crucify him.

Your body is broken.

We were hoping for a sword in hand.
But instead you gave hope to man.
Our arms held high, hearts filled with pride.

We are not free from anything
We are free for everything.
Shema O' Israel.

You've still got your spirit.

We are not free from anything.
We are free for everything.

Your body is one.
Track Name: 12
My friends are gone, my friends have left me.
For better things and for better families.
I'm filled with hate and scared of grace.
You'll never take what I create.

It was never mine I was never filled.
This house of guilt is molded strong.
I'm looking for friends. I'm holding on.
My friends are dead. My friends are gone.

My friends will lie in their graves and inherit the earth.
And I will visit their bones to recollect their worth.
Oh grace let it be, let it be, let it be.
Until I call it my own the dead will never be free.

My friends are dead.
Track Name: Fates
Let's recover the past,
Let's recover the last part of us that made this worth it.
Skin to skin,
Body with a spirit.

The fates are holding my string
Telling me that everything will be alright
(It's fine)
This arrow in my chest,
Will be the end of Death,
And the end of every word I said.

This is the end of every word I said.