If there's one thing in this world worth standing up for
It's what it's all worth in your mind

I can't say she doesn't bring me to my knees
All I can say is that I'm fine to sit and wonder

What's for me when they cast me on this earth?
What if I'll never find out what it's worth?

But now 
I crawl 
Laces up
Facing up
Asking the sky "why?"

Seeping through 
the ashes of a thousand lives 
burned before me
It's time to start my life 

I've got to fight fight fight fight fight
For my right
To stand here by your side

But just know
When you lay at night in the dark
With your eyes closed, and I'm there
Waiting for you in the dark
With your eyes closed

Voices

Fight Song

We don't want interference
We don't want confrontation 
But if you come after me with your swords...

We're aiming at you with our guns!

I thought I put the time and space 
between the rotting flesh
of the dead I buried long ago

But the digital age seems to have 
warped your mind of what shapes now look like
in a camera that lies, 
and lies to the faces of the friends you cover

I'm now six feet apart from your new apartment
and you're moving too slowly for me
inch by inch you'll soon be underground
Who's aiming at me with my  gun?

Hit harder
Hit harder
That's the only thing that I've got
Hit harder
Hit harder
That's the only that I've got

I'm now six feet apart from your new apartment
and you're moving too slowly for me

I sure do like your new look 

He hits harder
Hits harder
Hits harder
That the only thing that he's got

Hit harder
Hit harder
That's the only that you've got

Hit harder
Hit harder
It's the only thing that I've got

Hit Harder

Daily stress is setting in
Already running late and it's five o'clock
When did I sell my soul to be part of the flock?

Lights out and beddings up
Dog's been walked and we're in luck
It's Tuesday night, and I'm feeling taco truck

Daily stress is setting in
Running late at five o'clock
I sold my soul to be part of the flock

Night in style, night in style
Going to spend the night in style
oooOOOooo
oooOOOooo

Daily stress is setting in
Already running late and it's five o'clock
When did I sell my soul to be part of the flock?

Lights out and beddings up
Dog's been walked and we're in luck
It's Tuesday night, and I'm feeling taco truck

I remember when we first met,
And we ordered take out every night,
Now I can't stay up past Price Is Right

I remember when we first met
We ordered take out every night

Night In Style

Cut, cut, cut, through the meadow
and run, run, run to the shelter
Hide out in the fallout zone

We're not meant to survive 

This life is meant to be experienced by anyone
They just hand out souls in line at the counter

Punch For Punch

"Letters of Pardon" off our new EP "The Island" out late Summer 2012. 

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Ace (On Life, Court Order, etc)