1. Sound The Alarm

Lie to me honestly
I hear, but still, I don't see
Just where the actions meet the words
You just sound the alarm
Racing pulse and boiling blood
At fever-pitch
Another finger-pointing mob
With stones to throw

But if it truly mattered
And if you truly cared
It would be altogether different
Let the sirens scream
But leave me alone to decide
And leave me to what I might find

Starving to understand
You swallowed the lies
Eager to spit them out
To feed the masses
And the guilt they hide

Answer me honestly
No more false transparencies
Just where does motive meet concern?
You just sound the alarm
Spreading fear to bury trust
To distract
Until, lost and scared
Frustration forces blame

Starving to understand
You swallowed the lies
Eager to spit them out
To feed the masses
And the guilt they hide

Answer me honestly
No more false transparencies
Just where does motive meet concern?
You just sound the alarm
Spreading fear to bury trust
To distract
Until, lost and scared
Frustration forces blame

Sound the alarm!
Sound the alarm!
Sound the alarm!
Sound the alarm!

Starving to understand
You swallowed the lies
Choking to spit them out
To rid this guilt inside

2. Sense Of Will

Creases in the depths of our existence
Without which, there can be no substance
These rifts and folds within our lives
Each day, a new disruption arrives

Our sense of will
Which path to take?
Discovering another choice to make

Now, we exercise
This given night
And what is entailed
Is taken in light
Consequences that we dealt with then
Return for us to control again
From experience, all wisdom is gained
To find sanity where, once, all things
Seemed insane

Our sense of will
Which path to take?
Discovering another choice to make

Now, we exercise
This given night
And what is entailed
Is taken in light
Consequences that we dealt with then
Return for us to control again
From experience, all wisdom is gained
To find sanity where, once, all things
Seemed insane

Our sense of will
Which path to take?
Discovering another choice to make

Now, we exercise
This given night
And what is entailed
Is taken in light
Consequences that we dealt with then
Return for us to control again
From experience, all wisdom is gained
To find sanity where, once, all things
Seemed insane

3. Too Many Prophets

No talk of the future
So far from forever
Approaching tomorrow
But hoping for never
Cursed, we are cursed
Condemned to die from our birth

How many footsteps in line
Have flattened this land?
How many prophets have died
Right here where we stand?

Call, some call
Is answered in warning us all

These "signs" which surround us
Imagining most of
Some commitment urges us
To bring down all around us
Wish, this wish
Bent on ceasing to exist

How many questions have tried
To uncover some truth?
How many prophets have lied
Inventing the proof?
Call, some call
IS answered to sentence us all
To sentence us all...

Call, some call
Unanswered, awaiting our fall

So many footsteps...
Too many prophets...
So many questions...
Too many prophets...
Too many prophets...

4. Release

For forever living in
For forever dying in
The shadow of a killing cross
Born and held accountable
Sworn to bear the burden, now
For sinful nails
Driven deep

But I can't be responsible
For having done the unthinkable
And won't...
No, I won't play that role

For forever living in
For forever dying in
The ashes of a smoldering cross
Born and held accountable
Sworn to bear the burden, now
For shameful hands
Which held the flame

But I can't be responsible
For changing the unchangeable
And won't...
Don't, to ourselves, we owe release?

With rusted chains
We incarcerate and cage ourselves
Cease
We patronize and crucify
And kill ourselves

We seduce the past
And draw it close
And hold it tight
And never let it go
Until we hurt ourselves
And hate ourselves
And blame ourselves again
Again...

No, we can't be responsible
For bearing the unbearable
And won't...
Don't, to ourselves, we owe release?

With rusted chains
We incarcerate and cage ourselves
Cease
We patronize and crucify
And kill ourselves

We seduce the past
And draw it close
And hold it tight
And never let it go
Until we hurt ourselves
And hate ourselves
And blame ourselves again
Again...

5. Division

I'll take away this selfish pride
Is there room for more than one inside?
Walk the course in shallow strides
A bridge connects, and space divides

How had I misjudged so badly
All the things you tried to hand me?
Ties of truth should bind us tightly
For tired wills die so gently

Wrong, so wrong
You and I
Long, so long
Living lies

Living, driving through indecision
Face to face, without recognition
Blind, we ignore this condition
Now I'm left with only division

Wrong, so wrong
You and I
Long, so long
Living lies

Breathe, one breath
And I find
A voice, one voice
And it's mine...

...And it speaks a heart-felt silence

6. Tools Of Separation

Where once was childlike simplicity
Now only remnants of blind ideals
This quality of innocence
Once tarnished, is forever lost
It's lost...
It's lost...
Never to return
It's lost...
It's lost...

We turn our heads
And show our backs
Burn bridges of communication
Throw away and cast aside
Shed these tools of separation

The complexities of maturity
Entangled in prejudice
I'm longing for this purity
Through envy and emptiness
It's lost...
It's lost...
And nothing remains of this childhood bliss
It's lost...
It's lost...

We turn our heads
And show our backs
Burn bridges of communication
Throw away and cast aside
Shed these tools of separation

Where once was childlike simplicity
Now only remnants of blind ideals
This egocentric, foolish pride
Never knowing happiness
It's lost...
It's lost...
Never to return
It's lost...
It's lost...

We turn our heads
And show our backs
Burn bridges of communication
Throw away and cast aside
Shed these tools of separation

7. Grateful

I sense the tension
A thickness in the air
The filthy air of our morality
Misplaced affection
In lost and lonely stares
Where urge ignores morality

I sense confusion
Suspicion in the air
Untreated wounds of some dishonesty
Seeking comfort
The strength of friendly ties
Only truth can heal insecurity

But I'm grateful to be far from harm
Safe within peaceful arms
Grateful knowing safety's warmth
And I'm grateful not to have to face
These days alone

I'm grateful...
Grateful...
Grateful...
Grateful...

I'm grateful...
Grateful...
Grateful...
Grateful...

But I'm grateful to be far from harm
Safe within peaceful arms
Grateful knowing safety's warmth
And I'm grateful not to have to face
These days alone

8. A Screaming Breath

Are we so brave?
Are we so bold
As to deny our hearts?
Are we so numb?
Are we so cold
As to defy our conscience?

Awkwardly, we walk alone
So distant and so uncaring
Deliberately we disguise ourselves
To protect our frail emotions

The ability to feel and be,
Somewhere in me,
Is longing to free...
This screaming breath
Breathe...

Selfishly, we retain and horde
Everything and yet, nothing at all
A poisoned soul can never soar
When bound by doubt and by fear

Awkwardly, we walk alone
So distant and so uncaring
Deliberately we disguise ourselves
To protect our frail emotions

The ability to feel and be,
Somewhere in me,
Is longing to free...
This screaming breath
Breathe...

Are we so brave?
Are we so bold
To hide from things we long to show
Are we so numb?
Are we so cold
As to lose the self to self-control?

The ability to feel and be,
Somewhere in me,
Is longing to free...
This screaming breath
Breathe...

9. My Soul's Affliction

Crashing in, down around my ears
Brow-beaten self for all these years
Enabling this suitable wall
I've been afraid of nothing at all

My soul's affliction will now amend
This ageless blight has come to an end

This silence, deafening
Kept inside, rages
This silence, deafening
Kept inside

Negotiate with my emotions
An inner wealth in such devotion
This genuine warmth has filled my heart
Mending, again, what was torn apart

This silence, deafening
Kept inside, rages
This silence, deafening
Kept inside

This silence, deafening
Kept inside, rages
This silence, deafening
Kept inside

Rages...
Rages...

10. Driven

Life seems to stand still in time
As the soul retires, deaf, dumb and blind
And all we feel
If far from real
As these gears which, once, had driven us
Lie still and frozen

Innocence has long grown old
As idle hearts have long grown cold

Right or wrong
We go along
Lame and tired
The will to try
Deep down inside all of us
Lies dying

It's easy
Not to see
What this should be

Wind this spring and watch it grow
Stand back and watch as it explodes
And all unfolds
As all we hold,
Wound tightly, carefully, silently
Unravels

Idle hands have lost their hold
As idle minds think what they're told

Right or wrong
We go along
Lame and tired
The will to try
Deep down inside all of us
Lies dying

It's easy
Not to see
What this could be

Right or wrong
We go along
Lame and tired
The will to try
Deep down inside all of us
Lies dying

It's easy
Not to see
What this could be

11. Brotherhood?

For all of our wandering,
We've still so far to go
For all of our questioning,
We've still the need to know...

Are we still the frightened child?
Are we still the angered youth?
Or are we old before our time?
Are we getting any closer to the truth?

We're force-fed reasoning
Yet, still can make no sense
The mind misses the point
Blind in its arrogance
Should we build a "better way"?
With whatever we can find?
If, in turn, it means we lose ourselves?
Should we force a common mind?

We're weaned on empathy
To satisfy our doubt
While attempts at unity
Have scattered us about
Should we invent a "common bond"?
Through means misunderstood?
Or are we simply widening the gaps?
Should we force a brotherhood?

12. Release (Remix)