Protest The Hero

Skies

Spinning helplessly down toward the earth.

A loss of control, the sky swallows whole.

When deviating so drastically from the initial script.

Tremble beneath the weight of inevitability,

Cower in the shadow of the ever-present sun,

Is it completely void? Or is the truth in shade?

Are all the facts before us a masquerade?

We stand in our own crypt and we mobilize,

Don't have the patience or the time to repeat mistakes.

Like high, hot hauls, through highway tolls

Heart in the right place, just missing the mark.

Feigning exception is a shot in the dark.

Strange things can happen when faced with adversity.

Or swing frantic your arms. Fate is nothing but a nervous belief.

I don't believe there's anything beneath.

I don't believe there's death in the basement,

No bruised and battered egos in descent's entire ethos.

No magnificent creation myth. No wind to pad the story with.

Only I will never quit, or watch my brothers quit,

But I'll lower down a lifeboat if you're abandoning the ship.

"True sailing's dead," should have been the first thing said

Before the writing could be written, before the writing could be read.

In our final moments our true names are all discovered.

So let it fall, fall. Even if it turns out to be futile,

At least we couldn't ask for a sky so clear or a day more beautiful.

They'll never find the wreckage, transcending all human languages.

Just a promise and a final message: the descent is all there truly ever is.

Just a promise and a final message: the descent is all there ever is.

Just a promise and a, just a promise and a final message: the fall is all there ever is.

Stumble beneath the radar, big holes in each great city

Knowledge often beckons and can lead astray.

But we welcome the change. Fate is nothing but a nervous disease.