SHE CRIES WOLF LYRICS

1. Continuance

We've weathered storms, bricks and mortar couldn't bare.
Found peace within calamities and built homes within despair.

Sometimes it feels like there's little left to hope for in this world.
But the voices inside our heads won't silence long enough to go to sleep.

So, we build our cities, towers higher than the blood red seas.
Build machines that spew black tar, creating highways to maximise our greed.

Out in the blue we've been searching for you, drowning, drowning.
A lifetime of sin has been sunken within, drowning, drowning.

Sometimes it feels like there's little left to hope for in this world.
Day-by-day we chase the spirit that was never here nor found.

In us, nor found, outside of the horizon.
It was never there, you were never there.

Too much time searching ourselves within has left us without.
Palm against palm waiting for an irrational conclusion.

A sense of need ingrained within, gives us the need to search our doubt.
Hope against hope, searching for the most simplest of solutions.

Out in the blue we've been waiting for you, drowning, drowning.
A lifetime of sin has been sunken within, has been sunken with you.

We've weathered storms, bricks and mortar couldn't bare.
Pray for the sunlight, pray for the light.

Out in the blue we've been waiting for you, drowning, drowning.
A lifetime of sin has been sunken within, drowning, drowning.

2. Distorted Youth

Worship the ground that you'll never walk on, feed all your children with leftover meat.
Blood in my lungs from words left unspoken, forgive not, forget not.

My parents buried my crib, six feat underground,
always taught me to start where I intended to finish.
Finish? I'm just getting fucking started.
There were wolves among sheep sharpening their teeth,
In the twilight and the low light of my youth.

Shake off the dirt and start leading the way,
Shake off the dirt and start bleeding.

We are not the guilty, we are not to blame.
We just chose to guide ourselves, even if that goes against the grain.

I walk as proof, not as a slave.
Cast me your idol stares.
Don't let it hide beneath your face.
Release me from your prayers.
No static, just wade through broken walls.
Cast out your idol's crown.
A white noise in this clearing vision.
Release yourself, release me.
Release me from your prayers.

Distorted youth, unwanted truth.

Shake off the dirt and start leading the way,
Shake off the dirt and start bleeding.

We are not the guilty, we are not to blame.
We just chose to guide ourselves, even if that goes against the grain.

I walk as proof, not as a slave.
Cast me your idol stares.
Don't let it hide beneath your face.
Release me from your prayers.
No static, just wade through broken walls.
Cast out your idol's crown.
A white noise in this clearing vision.
Release yourself, release me.
Release us.

Ripping out the pages, tearing down the walls.
Ripping out the pages, what was black is now white.
No longer static, just one way to be there's no wrong or right.

3. Churchblock

Such an empty glass this mortal coil.
Drink red wine to stain your minds and forget all your troubles.
Forget your troubles.

Put me on display before I do it for you and hang myself.

Fell from the same apple tree, my father's clothes look even better on me.
Further out of step barely keeping time, can't cut these family ties.

My life's a blur, I drink to see straight.
Love the ones I love, kill the ones I hate.
Within the blur, paranoia gets the best of me.
Love the ones I love, kill the ones I hate.
Just wait.

The more I think about it, the bigger it grows.
Chemically imbalanced on a mental tightrope.

Within every frame sepia lies on my cluttered mantel.
A water-boarded youth washed away with every bottle.

You wanna know where I've been?
Just follow the broken glass, but try not to cut your feet.

You wanna know where I've been?
Boy, if you wanna come with us you better cut your teeth.
You wanna know where I've been?
Girl, if you wanna come with us bleed out your love and count your sins.

Fell from the same apple tree, my father's clothes look even better on me.
Further out of step barely keeping time, can't cut these family ties.

My life's a blur, I drink to see straight.
Love the ones I love, kill the ones I hate.
Within the blur, paranoia gets the best of me.
Love the ones I love, kill the ones I hate.
Just wait.

The more I think about it, the bigger it grows.
Chemically imbalanced on a mental tightrope.

Within every frame sepia lies on my cluttered mantel.
A water-boarded youth washed away with every bottle.

4. We're All Arsonists

Climb out of your head and give up your expectations.

Climb out of your head and give up your reservations.
We both came here for lust, so let's start the misbehaving.

Let the devil play god, unfold your arms and start the fire.
We're burning down this house, our sweat's fuel, friction's the lighter.

So, burn.
Lights out, let go, let's go.

As our bodies paint the walls in dancing coloured shadows,
Rhythmic motions evoke raw emotions.
Crimson eyes take shallow glances at mirrors,
Our pasts intertwine as the flames start to rise.

It's in this moment that I realise I am the one that is being mislead.
Quickly pinned against the wall with a knife against my throat,
I enfold. We enfold.

We, burn.
Lights out, let go, let's go.

The only thing being taken away is our future, but we never had one anyway.
No, we never had one anyway.

We never had a future anyway.

Climb out of your heads, give into yourselves.

5. Fashionably Late

Passion bleeds, fashion leads.
No, you can't make smoke without fire.
How do you do what you do? Do what you do without love?

My disease, causes me to treat everyone like a saviour.
Why do you do what you do? Do what you do to me?

You've all been been signalled, everyone is on edge.
But it's all up in the air like your false smoke.
This isn't the first time baby, but it's the last.
There's no one to save you now and maybe there never was.

Let go of the expectations your peers have set in stone.
One less sheep isn't something to mourn for, we all look better in black.

Take tar to your wool.
Give 'em something to talk about.
This is much more than a statement.
This is reality.

Role models made of shit, artists forced to swallow it like poison.

Raised up like golden gods, few will see their careless flaws.
This is a sickness, we are sick.

We are sick.

Role models made of shit, artists forced to swallow it like poison.
It's poison.

I'm sick to death with everything that I see.
Pop up stars considered artists, try to cut them, they won't bleed.

Watered down with no attempt to be clean.
Sitting high on gifted bodies, setting fire to the scene.

Passion's bled for the last time.

6. Chapter II

Standing face-to-face with our new reflections.
It feels like years but it's only been a matter of months.

The odds are stacked against us, the odds are stacked against us.
The odds are stacked against us, but we've got nothing to prove and we've got nothing to lose.

Standing face-to-face with our new reflections.
The odds are stacked against us, the odds are stacked against us.
It feels like years but it's only been a matter of months.
The odds are stacked against us, the odds are stacked against us.

Quiet footsteps, trading places.
We've earned it, you've earned it.
Low risk, no pain, no loss (not).
Not perfect steps, not perfect lies.

I'm not a gambling man.
I'm not a gambler, a gambler.

The odds are stacked against us, the odds are stacked against us.
The odds are stacked against us, but we've got nothing to prove and we've got nothing to lose.

I'm not a gambling man.
I'm not a gambler, a gambler.

7. Midnight

Through suffering, we found ourselves a home.

When I look in the mirror, I see a wolf staring back at me.
With my hands on the horns of the alter, before the death of myself.
I'd rather spend my time in this shed than in my room on my bed,
Thinking about death and the end.

I'm not there, but if I was it wouldn't be long before those ugly thoughts would could creep back into my head.
I would be found dead on a bloodstained bed.
Tragically young, the forgotten son.

I miss you like air under water, drowning in breaths of passion.
I cry tears of blood in my sleep, you're in my dreams most nights now.

There are no white knights, when chasing stability in bars.
Sometimes the only option is to break something fragile.

Like someone's heart.

Through suffering, we found ourselves a home.

When I look in the mirror, I see a wolf staring back at me.
With my hands on the horns of the alter, before the death of myself.
I'd rather spend my time in this shed than in my room on my bed,
Thinking about death and the end.

8. Suicide Letter

[Instrumental]

9. Memoirs

If the weight of the world belongs on our shoulders,
What happens when I fall apart?

Once again I am brought here to the point of exhaustion,
Put in front of a blank canvas and forced to bleed.

This is not just a work of art.
These are our memories, this is our history.
We will not die without a mark.
These are our memories, this is our history.

If the weight of the world belongs on our shoulders,
What happens when we fall apart?

I gave it all, seems like it was never enough.
Now watch me bleed out and cease to exist.
I gave it all, seems like it was never enough.
Honest art for the guilty ones.

Revealing weakness with words.
Fighting rationality with a wounded heart.

This is not giving up. This is giving it all.

"Luke, what is Hell like?"

This is not just a work of art.
These are our memories, this is our history.
We will not die without a mark.
These are our memories, this is our history.

This is our history, put in front of a blank canvas and forced to bleed.

I gave it all, seems like it was never enough.
Now watch me bleed out and cease to exist.
I gave it all, seems like it was never enough.
Honest art for the guilty ones.

10. Knock Knock

There are angels and demons within every word of every line and every song.
All, including this one.
To understand where they're found isn't truly being found, it's dying.
You're dying.

A beginning of a new end and a new beginning.
Satan's teeth revealed grinning at all of our minimal sin.
He now has the chance to show you where he hides.
The words of man Apollyon has defined.

Show us the way where the winged saints hide, all at the same time.
Where do they hide?
Choose your words wisely, have the last line.
I'm still a lost soul, but with her I am fine.
But with her I am fine.

Judas struggles with Jesus in our minds.
Clarity is so much more than hard to find.

This is the end and the beginning.







SHE CRIES WOLF LYRICS