1. |
Bulldog
02:45
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Cheers to the heroes,
Who carry on through life.
With justified anger,
Welling up inside.
Clenched fists,
Waiting to be shown.
Integrity is bleeding out,
Yet goes unrecognized.
So before you open your mouth,
To spew out your judgments.
Remember, you're no better at heart.
The flaws,
You find in others,
Are the same.
And I've got this cross on my chest,
But I was draped in robes,
Of black and gray.
But I was wrong;
Turns out, I was misled.
Fed by the hands of those,
I thought I could call my friends.
So if this is the end for me,
I want to be more than just,
A memory.
Cheers to the heroes,
Who come home empty handed,
With nothing,
Nothing to own for themselves.
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2. |
Forgotten Youth
03:50
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They say that I care too much,
But it's all I have to offer.
There's a life on the line this time,
I'm not letting it slip away.
I'm weak,
And just a kid at heart.
My body serves as a memorial;
To show the world,
That I am no one.
I serve a purpose,
But it's tucked away,
It's kept from me.
And I'm trying so hard,
But nothing I do can set me free.
They say that I care too much,
But it's all I have to offer.
There's a life on the line this time,
I'm not letting it slip away.
Finding myself is the hardest part,
For the past few months, I've seen no change.
Forgotten youth, there is no proof.
I'm not letting it slip away.
All this time,
I've searched for a place of acceptance,
In the eyes of people who could care less about me,
And who I am, and what I have.
So I'm letting go,
I'm giving in.
I've come to learn,
There is a light at the end of the tunnel,
In everything,
And you've been here all along.
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3. |
Through Everything
03:27
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I'm trying my hardest,
To make this life worth it for you.
Each day,
Gives and takes away from us.
But I know that you have strength inside of you.
And it kills me to think,
That I can't save you,
From everything,
Everywhere in your life.
I'm just a kid just like you,
And I don't have much to offer.
But I'm here,
Through everything,
Through everything.
Through the pain,
Through the loss,
Just know that I am close.
Through the pain,
Through the loss,
Just know that I am close.
Erasing memories,
Is the hardest thing I've ever had to do,
And I'm so scared for you.
Behind these troubled eyes,
Is a boy who sees you for who you really are.
Beautiful,
Precious,
Insightful,
And honest.
You're a masterpiece,
In your own design.
My instabilities have me feeling weak,
But you carry me away,
From everything I never want to be.
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4. |
Initia Nova
03:46
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For what it's worth,
I am trying my hardest.
For what it's worth,
I am giving my everything.
This isn't a prophecy, it's more of an observance.
I've watched kings fall to ruin,
And I've watched commoners rise to reign.
It all just goes to show,
You can never plan out your entire life,
It's a sign of taking everything you love for granted.
It's a sign of letting down your guard.
You will always fail thinking you can prove yourself on your own.
Sad to say, sad to say you just didn't look hard enough.
You already have a name, one single destiny.
You just have to reach out and ask Him for it.
Everything you ever wanted to know.
Everything you ever needed to stabilize your life.
It's reaching out for you.
This is your life, so grab the wheel.
Stop thinking that you have to live by someone else's standards.
You were made, for one single purpose,
To make difference.
For what it's worth,
I am trying my hardest.
For what it's worth,
I am giving my everything.
Grab the wheel,
And take control of your life.
You need to grab the wheel,
And take control of your life.
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5. |
No Conclusions
06:30
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Free me from bitterness,
Set my heart straight,
Clip my wings again.
Crush me,
And break me down,
It's the only way I'll ever fly again.
Forgiveness seems so obsolete;
Like a misconstrued truth.
This bed of nails,
Finally exposed;
It's offered me no comfort.
Thoughts flood my mind,
Keep me up at night.
Wish I could just play dumb,
And ignore the facts for what they are,
Wish I could lay this all to rest.
It's so cold.
Swept under the rug.
Swept under the rug again.
I've bottled up this anger,
For the longest time.
I've bottled up this anger,
For the longest time,
And I need to let go.
Can I really blame myself,
For hating you?
You're a monster,
Stealing away,
The innocence of youth.
I can't face the facts;
It seems impossible to take;
I've come up with one conclusion:
That I need to let this go.
For me,
For you,
For the sake of what I believe.
This sun is setting,
And it's as good as gone.
I've let go,
Of all the hatred I had for you.
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