“IV: DEATH OF A DREAMCATCHER” from SET TO STUN’s newly-released album, VALKYRIE ONE, out NOW via Tragic Hero Records.
LYRICS:
Thus, when I speak, my world it trembles!
Let the rebels run from all they've done as cowards do.
But to the frightened and the few,
my precious bride, my chosen tru:
"Hold fast! Fear not!
For I am with you!"
This isn't how I thought it'd pan out,
Though I had it planned out,
Only then to find out now how
confidence in hypocritical lyrical authorship was subject to consequences of a compliment
that fed the narcissist's rage,
that I was never the author, I was only the page
in a letter to the hearts of men,
I pleaded with the writer and he made me a pen
And yet again and again
I offend the penman pretending that my pretentious amendments would lead to anything less
than repeated pain!
Far beyond my fantasies in the graveyard of my broken dreams
I buried you forever, but I can put you back together again
What's the difference anyway?
All the choices that I made have brought me to this tragic fate and a nameless grave to lie
But before we reach the end let me take you back to where we first began, here comes the story
of a boy who took the journey of a man
And he fought so hard and he got so far but he just couldn't see through he night
So sad that it's come to this,
I didn't wan to be the one to misinterpret the gift I was given with a reason for living in the shadow of the shit I hate
It's a game of "give and take", "hurry up and wait", build it up to break under the weight of everyday spent in vain
My inspirations paid in patience and pain
And who knew I'd have a voice like this to sing?
And who knew people would give a shit about the things that I have to say, because I speak in a peculiar way, but the only thing strange to me is how evidently negligent the ethic of our
etiquette is subject to the predicate of pretense
It's not the poetry it pretends to be
when these makeshift wordsmiths wield such words irresponsibly
They want "something for nothing"
They want "blood out" but no "blood in"
In love with the dream and what it means
but not the coffin that it comes in
Going to show the world what it takes
even if it takes me to the grave
a heart that sows the seeds of hope
even though its own has gone astray
I can carry this because I've been through that
Goes without saying that I'm never looking back
I'm not a righteous man, but I know where I've come from
And more importantly where I long to be!
Come in
To me I haven't always been the man that you needed me to be; and maybe my iniquities
imprisoned me initially but I could see that I was free the moment you believed in me and
Oh! What would they do if they knew the truth?
I'd still be nothing if I didn't have you
There can be purpose in hurt,
but the hurt isn't worth all the world
if I can have you
Though none go with me, still I will follow
No turning back, no turning back...
Though none go with me, still I will follow
No turning back, no turning back...
"Shalalala..."
Just shut the fuck up!
Now let me show you where the fuck I'm coming from.
You're a fake!
And your words don't mean shit!
Running your mouth around in circles
like a walking talking hypocrite
I'm sick of this heretic,
Steady flexing arrogance
Can't hearken to the "calling"
Because your argument's embarrassing
To put your "strength in numbers" is to put your faith in others
And that ain't nothing but a cover for a chain gang, brother!
So let the strong man glory in his might
and let the rich man's hands pray to nickels and dimes
and let the wiseman tell himself he's leading the blind;
such hope ain't but a hangman's rope in the gallows of pride
You front "punk" but slang "panic"
Keep talking static cause I need your opinion
like a motherfucking hole in the head!
Nothing you can say that ain't already been said;
I'm a "fools fool," I guess that's true but
Mr. Harakiri tell me whose fucking fool are you?
"Sadly, the formula for family which fostered such wonderful years of television and literature just doesn't adhere to the same dynamic principles they were founded on, and, somewhere along the line, it's been distorted and likely laid to rest. Still there does exist the select few, present company included, who will forever hold in the highest regard that which "was" over that which "is"
For such decorum in the forum of our fathers was written forever on the tablet of our hearts,
where they shined like stars amidst the backdrop and blackness of this crooked and perverse generation, where through trials and tribulations let patience have her perfect work that ye may be perfect, in wanting nothing in the affirmations of men."
Would you still have the courage to say
all of the bullshit that you take for granted every day
when the King is calling you out?
No second chances, no doubts,
would you put your life on the line for the words you put in your mouth?