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Easy Listening Meet Metal

“This is for the kids with the beaten in lips, whose parents try to shut them up using their fists. Keep living loud and proud. They never can hold you down. This is for the kids with a soul like mine. When people tell you living is a waste of your time. Keep living loud and proud. They can never hold you down.” ~Beartooth

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What is going on inside of the exits?
Inside of the blacks and the whites?
I am going to sit and here and listen to a few songs.
Ones that enter into my head and don’t ever let go.

Detailing the lies being told and figuring out what is in the fold.
Heading towards an entrance or an exit.
It doesn’t really matter which, because they are one and the same.
Listening to a song that I decided will bless your name.

A thunderous drive into the double bass.
Answering the calls of the screamer to the singer.
A metal drive that couples punk into the machine.
Mixing clean singing with chaos, that brings out the beauty of  everything around me.

A melody contradicting dichotomy.
Empathy surging through my entropy.
Organized chaos diving in and out of my song.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I weep and then I yell.
I call out and fall.
I decided to come down on my own.
I didn’t need your sympathy, but I needed your eyes.

This song is one that has highs and lows.
Singing about the kids that decided their lives don’t deserve a song.
What Hell are we living in when music can’t bless your soul?
A complete set of lies that answer only to the name of the enemy.

Light the fire and drive into the melody.
Set fire to the city and couple it with life.
For it is better to burn it to the ground… 
Than living a life of mediocrity.

I will sit here for a while and listen to my song.
I love seeing how it has developed.
A driving force of the double bass and the screams that ignite my soul.
Then to mellow out and sing out a praise.

Cheers to you…the empty and the lost.
Cheers to the easy listening and to the metal.
Cheers to the kids that decided to come to the show.
Cheers to you and your life that is more beautiful than you know.

“We’re nothing but hollow vessels in search of what makes us alive. I never said this was my revolution when you looked me in the eye.” ~Underoath

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I Tried and I Failed (Participation Trophy)

“I’ll fantasize of being manic and leaving us behind. In your eyes, you were the one that tried. Acceptance is what holds us here. Then you my dear are the one I fear tonight.  We’ll try this one more time.” ~Underoath

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He asks questions he thinks deserves to be answered.
Integrating compassion into entropy.
Taking shots at people who would be better off longing for more.
And lacking the maturity to ask questions that may make a semblance of sense.

She walks through life with a splint in her personality.
Happy and sad inhabit the same space.
Depression is a welcoming change of pace.
And lacking the steam to press on when she has a minuscule amount of joy.

Together they form the modern entitlement.
Equal parts apathy and laziness.
Hoping to be discovered from a singular occurrence.
Stepping to the left because it is easier than stepping to the right.

Or maybe the right seems like an easier choice.
I don’t think it matters to the modern consumer.
Where taking it easy looks like the way I am supposed to be.
Instead of failing and learning and not getting that participation trophy.

Not to diminish hard times and face to face lies.
Not to say we are not all a bit lowly.
But today it is easier to wait than try.
When they tell you that it is okay to be not okay.

When hope is diminished to a flame hidden.
And the lights from peoples eyes die so quickly.
The hopeless have better questions than the believer.
When we fight and die in the name of being tolerant to my fellow man.

Just go out and work hard.
Go out and love your fellow man.
Find out who your are and die fighting for it.
Instead of sitting down waiting to be discovered by lying over indulgent agencies..

I don’t want your participation trophy.
I want to earn my rewards, my accomplishments, my chance to have hope and be free.
I don’t care what you think of me.
I choose to carry on and I strive to love despite all the times I wanted to flee.

At least I tried.
Not for a trophy, or for an award.
But to be a better version of who I once was.
To do better and to do good.
To be someone that I always knew I could.

Take it Real Slow (Blurry Vision)

“And when you lie your lips curl like a wave of separation, and when you laugh you know you give it away.” ~Fair

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He knows but no one is telling him.
Blinded by the answer that is right in front of his face.
The dark that surrounds his eyes is not the last thing he will remember.
He just wishes someone would come out and say it.

Take it real slow and let it all go.
Be encouraged by the winds’ song as it blows away disbelief.
When the day makes it even harder to see,
Sing out into the dark and tell it to shut up.

For this blurry vision isn’t for you.
He knows, but she won’t tell a soul.
Trying to play nice and wanting to only know the truth.
With problems spanning loneliness and overcrowded populations.

His world is a dichotomy of ups and downs that never seem to stop. 
Take it real slow and don’t forget to be you.
Be encouraged that you’re breathing air tonight.
When the day makes it harder to see,

Shout into the dark and tell it you are strong.
For this blurry vision isn’t for you.
A thin wall is the only thing blocking awkward situations.
Hearing the voices on the other side. 

All he wants is to know the truth.
Is that too much to ask?
If you do find out will it make you feel better?
It is very possible.

If you do find out what will your next move be?
Take it real slow and remember you are not alone.
Be encouraged by the love that is all around.
When the day makes it harder to see,

Cry out to the dark and tell it there is a light on the other side.
For this blurry vision is not meant for you. 
If you do find out the end will not come.
For your dreams spark a time meant for somebody to be by your side.

If you do find out, what will your next move be? 
Captivate your reality into clarity.
Don’t let the eyes of your heart be fuzzy.
He knows but no one is telling him.

Blinded by the answer that is right in front of his face.
The dark that surrounds his eyes is not the last thing he will remember.
He just wishes to know, so he can then go out of his way to repent and surrender. 
Instead of sitting there wondering if it is going to get better. 

“Consequence, it’s our need in times like these. Feeling free…it’s our modern disease. You’re a classic disaster, with a knack for losing your exterior. I’m so sick…from staring at the mirror. This is my panic…this is my call to arms.” ~Underoath