COALESCE LYRICS

1. On Their Behalf

Desperation, you've tempted me on too many times for
me to
turn my back on you again. I lust for your
gift to ease the pain for us all.
Accept the fact
that their death can prevent our fears. Not the plot
of
cowardice, but the birth of a saviour. Acceptance
of a martyr's role.
Extricate these demons from
sight. Risking life and limb. Vigil martyr, set
the
foundation of tolerance at any extreme. Even the price
of suicide. Even a
price so high as this. The seas
of love must part to act on their behalf. For
while
we weep, they still rape, raping our patience for
change. Off the hook
for feigned insanity, but not
off the hook from the public. In the media and
in
the flesh, a crucifixion will be in order, a
celebration of politically
correct's death. We will
dance with our children once again. Their security

is reinstated by this bastard's sacrifice.

2. The Harvest Of Maturity

I've met that point in my life. Want came to need.
Burn
these fields of corn, that surround. My harvest
gone at the price of
maturity. But these remains
I've left to rot will be resurrected again and
again
by the next generation of children who want to change
minds with the
stain on hand. But, it's deeper than
this, I'm not the only one who sees, it
lies in
diversity; acceptance to a degree, only to a degree.
The fire that
once occupied my eyes has spread to
destroy this world I have grown. You have
nothing
new to scream beyond your fields and not a second of
patience to
learn from me the same. This time I
harvest the crops of my past. As far as
the demigods
are concerned, I've sold myself out just the same.
I've burned
bridges to feign brothers. Brothers of
nothing more than a simple label. So
now, I'm in
control after all, for myself I prove I still am. But
within these fields, they'll say I never was.

3. Simulcast

The embodiment of innocence stripped from her own
territory. America's child has passed so close to
freedom. Now closest with her maker, the ten lifetimes
of terror were experienced by this frail body. Where
have our children gone? They are not to be found
amongst this tabloid filth over kill, an embarrassing
lack of responsibility, a vicious cycle of soap opera
drama pettiness. No known beginning and no end in
sight, this must be our darkest hour when gossip takes
priority over our young. Are we this shallow? Are we
this apathetic? Are we this bored? Prove me wrong. The
child is mine, now that she has been thrown away. The
interest is gone, so now the others suffer. They
suffer unto a grotesque attention span deficit
monster. They turned our play yards into graveyards.
So we cried every night for a week, squeezing as much
concern allowed between each sports update. You cried
every night for a week, yet I still mourn. Have you
forgotten their faces? Patience is a virtue I won't
instate. I must see the faces of every abductee. I
must taste the pain. Remind me of our system
atrocities. Don't let me forget. Don't let me forget.
Why haven't we drawn a line? Instead, we feed and
shelter them. We support the evil and pay their debts.
We've paid their debts. Why can't we win?

4. A Safe Place

A salty fist in my chest. Please no explanation, its
your time
to be angry now. Could I possibly be so
selfish as to take that away? To
compare myself. I'm
so miserably pathetic and helpless again. I'm so
little
lying next to you, in this cold sweat of
mine. My sympathizing, however
honest, still a
belittlement. I can't heal a thing. What god is
responsible.
I can only hold your hand. Live.
Dehydrated, nothing pacified. You can
disassociate
yourself. Tools of your trade, survival. It's the only
safe
place left anymore. But can you tell me, are
you here now? Is my touch
touching you, or that tool
of yours? I saved all the debt for you, you're
still
in debt. You're broken wings I have taken on to mend
and right now I'd
do the same onto you if it would
change a thing. If I could cripple your mind
again.
If it were my place. Grant her the wings, grant her
the gift to cope.
You leave her no choice than to
steal her birthright. Children don't cry
tears of
guilt for the sins of their predators.

5. One At A Time

What makes you think you deserve the sediment
of my
truth? You should expect me to be so honest. I owe you
nothing, no blue
prints for growth. I can barely
begin to tackle myself. A friend is a foreign
term,
good, better, best, intangible. Please, one at a time.
It's all they
can handle. Please let me blend as
well. It's always too much. Cover at the

repercussions of honesty. It means nothing yet still
the world hanging on
every word. Violence is no
motive to communicate. Come unto me in all your

glory. All consuming in this childish pride. Your
blows so soothing. Is this
proof? This does not
cancel any options. Broken idols, so comical. I won't

accept anything less than absence of prostituted
smiles







COALESCE LYRICS