NOT ONE IS UPRIGHT LYRICS

1. Image: Dirt

A broken mirror still knows your face. In mere fragments we make our moves, under cover of dimmed light. This is not His love, not His love. Not when we only know our reflections and live and die by the gun. Beneath flesh and bone there’s a body perfected. How obsolete then is it to be chained to this earth by your fetters of fashion and rot. Charm is deceptive. We bought deception.
I can see it dancing away (I can hear it carry a tune). I can feel it melting away (I can feel it making a groove). I can taste it bleeding away, I knew just what it could do but I welcomed it anyway and now I'm dancing away, too. Step by step, we're dancing away. Breath by breath, we carry this tune.
Inch by inch, we're melting away. Hand in hand, we bury the truth. Beauty is a fleeting thing.

2. Subtle Movement

This is the life of doubt. This is a vision, so-so. This is the birth of the emotionally gone.
Our minds have no capacity for this thought. Of the never before, this break from the forced upon.
The heart is nothing but a line in a terrible song. We are falling and failing again. Corrupt.
We are left at the outskirts again. My heart has never been so full. These words will always fall to the ground. Reprise, reuse, erase, consume. Bear with me, I have nothing more to give to you.
I've seen your face, so beautifully crafted (we all have our masks).

3. Putting Want To Rest

We all try to redefine and recreate necessity. Set in motion bodies floating onward to the next reward, knowing but ignoring just how far we'll get and what we'll find. Realize we've built ourselves a home of utter disrepair. You've found your fortune in the barrel of a gun. You thief, you own nothing. To be alone or to be released is the question that begs an answer. Will I find something here? Breathe, stay, remind me of everything. Breathe, stay, there is more than one way so breathe. You have more than property to boast about, so dry your eyes.

4. The League of Extraordinarily Wealthy Businessmen

Paint it an awful shade of green and call it victory. Zero after zero you have buried yourself alive, clinging so tightly to this mud you've grown to call your home. But I see the want inside your eyes. No bliss, just ignorance. Bones not broken, no. But bending and contorting to the shape of vultures’ wings. We sing, we praise, we prey. So effervescent now we draw them in and eat them alive. This is our vision, hear our voice (It's not my blood, it's not my choice). And I'll never know if our ugliness persists because we perceive it or if venom from an ancient serpent has reached our faces. Lies with roots as deep as language. Shake it off, leaving nothing but traces of your pesticides.

5. Words

Blind. Force the brain to bury itself inside a grave of empty words, because I'm running out of words to convey to you. Just what you'll find and where you'll find it but no, no, no. My voice is breaking. My tongue is twisted and held. I sit and stare at this empty page where all my thoughts collect then go their separate ways. I put the pen to paper as if to say: My hands are what will speak, I've got nothing of value to relay. Blinded. I am reaching. It's on the tip of my tongue and I'm afraid that is where it will stay. There's ink no spilling on my empty page. The picture it's painting is more than words can say. I've seen it before, this image on display. I’ve seen it before. My words will fail you (so let me fail).

6. Skew

I've never been this far from home and it seems I've covered my tracks. The lines they're blurring fast when time grabs hold and doesn't let go. Monotony, this lifelong shore leave.
We never speak. I'm at a loss for words. Seemingly bound to the earth by roots strong as anchors, they beckon to me and insist I not leave. "Home" is where your heart will stay.
Listen here. You'd make me property, a furnishing deep inside your house and I would never leave because I'm not that strong, but my strength is not dependent on my will or my condition, it's the blood for blood salvation that is constantly fleeing my mind. I see the light at the end of the tunnel and desperately, frantically pull myself away from the blackness that spills from the depths of my past but frantically, desperately all I can find is the grey.

7. Minus Glory

My heart corrupts my words. Without a thought I spill my heart to you. Besiege.
Without sight I beg for color, with no voice. I don't want my voice. I won’t promise you freedom.
Direct your eyes to the One that has conquered all. He has conquered all. Locked in, bled out.
I won’t promise you freedom. Take my misery, but only for a little bit. I tried but trying isn't good enough. Take this from me right now. God, I need your help. I won’t wager my sin on my Father’s love.

8. A Half Full-scale Identity Crisis

Detach from your beds, or at least keep a loose grip, because your hopes depend on crooked, greedy men. Don’t stitch your skin to skin. With thousands and thousands of faces. The sharpest of fangs can only penetrate your skin. Here’s to the armory, here’s to the blacksmith. With each step I feel the ground grow a little weaker. Question after question, I am learning how to lead. Failure after failure after failure after failure. With each step, farewell.

9. Infinite Stutter

Biding my time. Step back in the light, we need to see you clearly. Every line is on display. Every crack is on display. Truth is such an easy word to preach or scream, but when you're building your face out of the lies that you've bought, the truth can’t find a way when smothered with disease.
And now we're melting away into the damage it's caused. Blood is blood. Burn down, break me to show me. Standing in the light, my vision never perfect - it always seems to fail me and all I see is Your face and that death seems to leave me. There is no purpose in this new body built to please the molded, shaped and formed. Truth is such an easy word to preach or scream, but when you're face to face with it you tend to forget, the truth can't find a way when smothered with disease.
This damage , the damage. Masks come off, masks come off. They will always be built to break and chip confronted by the King. Open your eyes and be set free. Put down your mirrors. What did you see? This crooked spine, these broken teeth. Of what I remember, I'll tell you honestly, the biggest disconnect is all that I can see. Make me see. All masks come off.







NOT ONE IS UPRIGHT LYRICS