Preying for the last time.
Dying to undertake.
Lusting for Redemption.
For Souls young and old.
With each passing Hero.
None are fit to stay.
Besides the lessons they left us.
They all seem dry today.
Here one day.
And Gone the next.
What does it matter.
If no one knew your name.
The Clock is ticking.
But time is gone.
Put your feet on the ground.
Then rip your soul out from your chest.
A Stoic rewarded with a Stare.
Like a whore rewarded with Love.
Like a Stoic rewarded with Silence.
Like a Warrior rewarded with Concubines
Between the Lines.
Live like you will live forever.
Live like you will die tonight.
For all those who have helped you.
Let them know what it means.
With each passing road.
There so much less to say.
With all the lessons learned.
They seem all left for yesterday.
from Hell Comes Home Volume 1 Box Set,
released December 1, 2012
Jamie Drier - Bass, Zafar Musharraf - Drums, Dallas Thomas - Guitar / Vox
Lyrics and Music by The Swan King (ASCAP)
Recorded by Landon Arkens and Dustin Sisson at Blast House Studios - Madison WI
Mixed by Stan Wood.
Mastered by Nick Zampiello and Rob Gonnella at New Alliance East Mastering, Novembre 2011.
Special Thanks to Mike Olson