Quarantine Chronicles Vol. 1

Enough

Insidious

Halloweentown

Circles

Dark Divine - Circles

Winter Rain

New Reality

The Word Alive - New Reality

Armageddon

Blackout

One Foot In The Grave (feat. Aaron Pauley of Of Mice & Men)

[Verse 1]
You set the table with your silver lies,
Passed the blame like casseroles and alibis.
Smiles for cameras, knives behind the grin,
Played the saint while you rotted from within.

[Pre-Chorus]
I sat quiet, swallowed every slight,
Soft as Sunday, sharp as midnight.
You think your plate will never come around—
But silence learns the sweetest sound.

[Chorus]
Just wait ’til it’s your turn to eat the same serving you served,
Bitter bite, cold seat, watch the role reverse.
All the crumbs you left, all the crumbs you stole,
Come back on your tongue, carve the story whole.
Just wait ’til it’s your turn to eat the same serving you served,
Family feast turns to thorns when the truth is served.

[Verse 2]
You staged the stories, wrote the lines I’d play,
Pinned my faults like flowers in display.
Took the light and left me in the shade,
But every debt’s a ledger you must pay.

[Pre-Chorus]
I learned the recipes of your deceit—
A dash of rumor, sugar-coated sleet.
You think the world will swallow what you sow,
But harvests bend where cold winds blow.

[Chorus]
Just wait ’til it’s your turn to eat the same serving you served,
Bitter bite, cold seat, watch the role reverse.
All the crumbs you left, all the crumbs you stole,
Come back on your tongue, carve the story whole.
Just wait ’til it’s your turn to eat the same serving you served,
Family feast turns to thorns when the truth is served.

[Bridge]
I won’t beg at your banquet, I won’t cry for your crumbs,
I’ve been building quiet thunder while you played with tongues.
The mirror’s on the table now—look close, you’ll see your face,
What you fed the room returns with double grace.

[Breakdown]
Oh—taste it now, taste the hush you made,
Oh—watch your own reflection on the plate.
Oh—every secret seasoning you blessed,
Will bite back harder than you guessed.

[Final Chorus]
Just wait ’til it’s your turn to eat the same serving you served,
Bitter bite, cold seat, watch the role reverse.
All the crumbs you left, all the crumbs you stole,
Come back on your tongue, carve the story whole.
Just wait ’til it’s your turn to eat the same serving you served,
Family feast turns to thorns when the truth is served.

[Outro]
So pass the dish, pretend you don’t know—
The house remembers every way you chose.
When silence settles and the plates all meet,
You’ll learn the flavor of the things you keep.

Nothing

From Ashes To New

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