digital booklet - endgame

7/29/2019 Digital Booklet - Endgame

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1.architects

2.HELP is on the way

3.make it STOP (SEPTEMBER'S CHILDREN)

4.Disparity By Design

5.Satellite

6.Midnight hands

7.Survivor Guilt

8.Broken Mirrors

9.Wait for Me

10.A GentlemEn's Coup

11.This Is Letting Go

12. Endgame

Produced by Bill Stevenson and Jason Livermore for the Blasting Room

Mixed by Chris Lord-Alge at Mix la


3/11

HELP ison the Wayi have my mother 's dreamsi have my father 's eyesyou can't take that from mejust go ahead and try

the crescent city sleeps

while giants in the sky

preparing to unleashlet loose a mighty cry

can nobody save us

will anyone try

the bayou is burning

the cypress has diedand all along they 're saying

"HELP IS ON THE WAY", THEY SAIDTHEY SAID, "HELP IS ON THE WAY", THEY SAIDTHEY SAID ONE BY LAND TWO BY SEA

RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF MEHELP IS ON THE WAY

five thousand feet below

as black smoke engulfs the skythe ocean floor explodes

eleven mothers cry

my bones all resonate

a burning lullaby

you can 't take that from mejust go ahead and try

she stands at the shoreline

with hands in the air

her words pierce the dark night

"does anyone care?"AND ALL ALONG THEY'RE SAYING

"HELP IS ON THE WAY", THEY SAIDTHEY SAID, "HELP IS ON THE WAY", THEY SAIDTHEY SAID ONE BY LAND TWO BY SEARIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF ME

HELP IS ON THE WAY

right here ,right here

choking on the black gold

upon which we rely

we keep axes in the attics

to see cameras in the sky

help is on the way

they said help is on the way

we were told just to sit tight because

somebody will soon arrive

help is on the way

but it never came.

architectsare there no fighters left here anymore?

are we the generation we've been waiting for?or are we patiently burning

waiting to be be saved?

our heroes our idols have mellowed with agefollowing rules that they once disobeyed

they're now being led when they used to lead the way

do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before?

are you out there on the front lines

or at home keeping score?

do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate?

or would you rather be the architect of what we might create?

they laid out the blueprints, they poured down a baseconcrete solutions to slow our decay

and when they are gone

who the fucks going to take their place?

will it be the cynics, the critics galore?the cliche apathetic passed out on the floor

the trusting complicit who collectively ignore

do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before?

are you out there on the front lines

or at home keeping score?

do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate?

or would you rather be the architect of what we might create?

don't you remember when you were youngand you wanted to set the world on fire?

somewhere deep down I know you do

don't you remember when we were youngand we wanted to set the world on fire

because I still am and I still do

make no mistake

we are not afraid

to bear the burden of repeating

what they're thinking anywaylet's raise the stakeson the bet we made

let's decide to be the architectsthe master of our fate

we still believe in all the things that we stood by before

and after everything we've seen here maybe even morei know we're not the only ones, and we were not the first

and unapologetically we'll stand behind each word


4/11

(September'sChildren)

bang bang go the coffin nails

like a breath exhaled

then gone forever

it seems like just yesterday

how did i miss the red flags raise?

think back to the days we laughed

we braved these bitter storms together

brought to his knees he cried

but on his feet he died

what god would damn a heart?

what god drove us apart?what god could

make it stop

let this end

eighteen years pushed to the ledge

its come to this

a weightless step

on the way down singing

bang bang FROM the closet walls

the schoolhouse halls

the shotguns loaded

push me and ill push backim done asking i demandfrom a nation under god

i feel its love like a cattle prod

born free but still they hate

born me no i can't changeit's always darkest just before the dawnso stay awake with me let's prove them wrong

make it stop

let this end

eighteen years pushed to the ledge

its come to this

a weightless step

on the way down singing

the cold river washed him away

but how could we forget

the gatherings hold candles

but not their tongues

too much blood has flown from the wrists

of the children shamed for those they chose to kiss

who will rise to stop the blood?

we're calling forinsisting on

a different beat

a brand new song

make this stop

make this end

THIS LIFE CHOSE ME, I'M NOT LOST IN SINbut proud i stand of who i am

i plan to go on LIVING

DisparityByDesign

all the way AT the bottomof these barrels we cried outso ashamed of our tears thatwe blame only ourselvesand that's when they winthey keep us convincedTO LIFT UP OUR CHINSthese playing fields are levelwe all have a chancewith that they dismissthe fast lanes they rodein which access depends

on who you knowor where you came fromwhose daughter are you?whose fortunate son?we're told to stick out our thumbsthey feast from the linenswhile we settle for crumbs

is this an over-reaching arm?or is this compassion?is this a handout undeserved?or a just reparation?

all the way from the towershigh above glass ceilinged tombstell themselves that they've earned thisby working hard and playing by the rulesbut this is only part true

a dangerous trick played on me and youand so, like a practical jokewe pulled on these bootstrapsso hard that they broke

is this an over-reaching arm?or is this compassion?is this a handout undeserved?or a just reparation?LIKE A SINGLE DOMINOTHAT FALLS WHILE THE REST STAY VERTICALWERE FED THESE EMPTY FAIRY TALESWILL YOU BELIEVE THEM?

if there's a God, you better praythat this sleeping giant never wakes

if we just took a step back

a bigger picture we might viewperhaps the man in the gutteris not so different from you

come in out of the coldforget all that you knowbecause there's always been roomby the fire for youcome in out of the cold

WILL YOU BELIEVE THEM?is this an over-reaching arm?or is this compassion?is this a handout undeserved?or a just reparation?

LIKE A SINGLE DOMINOTHAT FALLS WHILE THE REST STAY VERTICAL

WE'RE FED THESE EMPTY FAIRY TALESAND I'M THROUGH BELIEVING

makeit

STOP


5/11

SATELLITEyou can't feel the heat until you hold your hand over the flamesyou have to cross the line just to remember where it lays

you won't know your worth now son until you take a hityou won't find the beat until you lose yourself in it

we won't back down we won't run and hidebecause these are the things that we can't denyi'm passing over you like a satelliteso catch me if i fall

we stick to you game plans and party lines

but at night we're conspiring by candlelightwe are the orphans of the Amerikan dream

so shine your light on me

you can't fill your cup until you empty all it hasyou can't understand what lays ahead ifyou don't understand the pastyou'll never learn to fly now until you 'restanding at the cliff

and you can't truly love until you 've given up on it

we won't back down we won't run and hidebecause these are the things that we can't denyi'm passing over you like a satellite

so catch me if i fall

we stick to you game plans and party lines

but at night we're conspiring by candlelightwe are the orphans of the Amerikan dream


she told me that she never

could face the world again

so i offered up a plan:

we'll sneak outwhile they sleep

and sail off in the night

we'll come cleanand start over

the rest of our liveswhen we're gonewe'll stay goneout of sight

out of mind

it's not too latewe have the rest of our lives

we won't back down we won't run and hidebecause these are the things that we can't denyi'm passing over you like a satelliteso catch me if i fall

we stick to you game plans and party linesbut at night we're conspiring by candlelightwe are the orphans of the Amerikan dream


BECAUSE THESE ARE THE THINGS THAT WE CAN'T DENY NOWTHIS IS A LIFE THAT YOU CAN'T DENY US NOW

Midnight HANDSlike a new day rising like acalm before the stormlike fog lifting from VALLEYS ona sleeping forest floor

eyes open slowly as the dust is shaken offto gaze upon the wreckagethat the midnight hands have wrought

and now I feel my temperature rising

my body explodei feel like somebody is watchinglike i'm not alonei stopped and I vowed right then I said that

"whatever path you take, wherever you might go,whenever you decide to leave, I will follow."

we face a crossroad neverknowing what's in storethere's an angel on my shoulderthere's a devil at my door

she proclaimed, "tonight will bethe greatest of our lives."but i said, "don't' be so sure, let'sjust wait until the morning light."

i FEEL my temperature risingmy body explode

i feel like somebody's watchinglike i'm not alonei stopped i vowed right then and said that

"whatever path you take, wherever you might go,whenever you decide to leave, I will follow."

there in the clearing, we gathered close,under the MOONS pale lightwe laid out the tools"you don't have to do thisand i'd forgive you if you don't"she just looked away and said, " i know."

gripped by the midnight handswe cradle futurethey would preventgripped by the midnight hands

the line's crossed overthe dawn grows closet

let's bite off too muchlet's jump with a blind trustin water over our heads

I won't bet on the falls you takeI won't let go if you started to strayI'll be there until you don 't wake upI will follow

GRIPPED BY THE MIDNIGHT HANDSWE CRADLE FUTURES THEY WOULD PREVENTGRIPPED BY THE MIDNIGHT HANDSTHE LINES CROSSED OVERTHE DAWN GROWS CLOSERLET'S BITE OFF TOO MUCHLET'S JUMP WITH A BLIND TRUSTIN WATER OVER OUR HEADS

I WON'T BET ON THE FALLS YOU TAKEI WON'T LET GO IF YOU STARTED TO STRAYI'LL BE THERE UNTIL YOU DON'T WAKE UPI WILL FOLLOW, I WILL FOLLOW


6/11

broken Mirrorshey man, now did you hear?you're final days are near

in a free fall of fire and ice

and explosions in the sky

a fate that we deserve

there's no escape, no

now it's your turn

it's been years since our luck ran out and left us herelike broken mirrors

ten million shards of glass and tears

but now we are awake enough to shatter what we hate

like broken mirrors

reflections of an unfamiliar face

hey man you got the time

and can I trouble you for a light?

who me? no i'm not the ole town crieri'm the one who sets it all on fire

a fate that we deserve

there's no escapenow it's your turn

it's been years since our luck ran out and left us here

like broken mirrors

ten million shards of glass and tears

but now we are awake enough to shatter what we hate

like broken mirrors

reflections of an unfamiliar face

we hide from the mirrors

they might show our scars

there is the person THAT we want to be

and the people we are

confront your reflection

smash what you see and let's restart

because mirrors can't see our hearts

Survivor Guiltblock the entrancesclose the doorsseal the exitsbecause this is war

all gave somesome gave allbut for whatI want to know

carry ondon't mind meall I gave was everythingand yet you ask me for morefought your fightbought your lieand in return I lost my lifewhat purpose does this serve?

a folded flaga purple hearta family all but torn aparti fought with courage to preservenot my way of life, but yours

carry ondon't mind meall I gave was everythingand yet you ask me for morefought your fightbought your lieand in return I lost my lifewhat purpose does this serve?

the cowards preach from pedestalswith words like courage and resolvebut what they meant was fuck them allbecause freedom isn't free

they send our daughters and our sonsto deserts under burning sUnsa sacrificial slaughtering to fill

the pockets of the weakan artificial enemyare we so easily deceived?

carry onjust walk awayhow many more sent to their gravesin this lesson ignored?i fought your fightbought your lieand in return I lost my lifewhat purpose does this serve?what purpose did I serve?


7/11

wait

forme

do you see the world in different colors?do you see the world in black and gray?alone in your thoughtshow many othershave stood where you stand,where you stand today?

can you wait for me nowto take off this crownto break all these vowsdon't you know?

wait for me nowthe airs running outwait for me now

a promise of safe return I deliveredbut the oceans werewider than I first guessedwhen roads disappearedI followed the riversbut somehow got in over my headso a deep breath I'm taking

wait for me nowto take off this crownto break all these vowsdon't you know?


a lost dream of what could have beena house on fire a tangled webthe key turnsto find the locks have changedin time to hear the back door slama sound that to this day I can't forgetthe colors drain to black and gray

wait for me nowto take off this crownto break all these vowsdon't you know?



8/11

This Is Letting GoOnce upon a time I could take anything

I always stepped in time, regardless of the beatI moved my feet, I carried weight

what I could not do I faked

I DUG SEEKING TREASURE

just to wake up in an early grave

I stopped right then and said

go on alonebecause I won't followbut this isn't giving up

no, this is letting go

OUT WITH THE OLD

DREAMS I'VE BORROWEDthe path I carve from here on out will be my own

this path will be my own

this is the part where the needle skips and the chorus plays

like a sink that drips

a syllable repeating

like a warning we aren't heeding until all ofa sudden we notice it

when the wheels brace and the tires grip

a map we've been misreadinga defeat we're not conceding until now

there must be some other way out

go on alone

because I won't followbut this isn't giving up


OUT WITH THE OLD

DREAMS I'VE BORROWEDthe path I carve from here on out will be my own

this path will be my own

aGentlemEn's Coupthe paindisordera cataclysmic dawnwe trustedbut something has gone wrongwe bought inbut woke to find it goneimpact in 5-4-3-2.

brace

for falloutthe radiation creepson cats feetwe scatter in the streetsshe asked me"do you think its safe to breathe?"it doesn't look that way to me

we stormed the gatesand raised new flagsbut it's just the same old storywe seized the thronesubjugatewe should have burned it to the groundsome might say we've lost our waybut I believe we've not gone far enough

afraidwe cowerto interests not our ownthe powerto free or to controlwe let it slip throughour fingers to the floorwatch as the bodies wash ashorenobody lives here anymore

we stormed the gatesand raised new flagsbut it's just the same old storywe seized the thronesubjugatewe should have burned it to the groundsome might say we've lost our way

but I believe we've not gone far enough

how long will we fall for this?


9/11

the wind died

the whole world ceased to move

now so quiet

her beating heart became a boom

we locked eyes

for just a moment or two

she asked why

I said, " I don't know why,

I just know."

go on alone

because I won't follow

but this isn't giving up


I made the most

of all this sorrow

I tried to brave this

discontent but now I'm through

I'm letting go of you

ENDGAMEon that day, they'll tell youthat life hummed on with no clue

the warning signs were all

dismissed or shouted down

so it goes

the kings all failed to tell us

the madmen failed to sell us

on what would then become

the only life we know

were they burning signal fires

to guide us to the fields?

or building funeral pyres?

the outcome of a final appeal

the city lines are down

the kerosene's run outthe fracturing of all we relied upon

lets shed this unclean skin

and start to feel again

because all the shoulders

on which to cry are gone

the paranoia gripped us

the rain turned engines to rust

the panic set in like a cancer to our hearts

spreading through

we bet on finite genius

or prayed for gods to save us

but there was no antidote

disease tore us apart

we left bodies in the fields

so numb that we forgot how to feel


the kerosene's run outthe fracturing of all we relied upon



because all the shoulders

on which to cry are gone

he looked at the fields

and then his hands,"All i need is what i have."then shed a tear of happiness

she watched the world

crumble away

"is this the end of yesterday?""Lord, I hope so," is all he said

gone are the old guards

gone are the cold, cold wars

weightless we go forth

on wings of amnesty


the kerosene's run out

the fracturing of all

we relied upon



there are no shoulders

shoulders to cry on now

no more

no more


10/11

PRODUCED BY BILL STEVENSON AND JASON LIVERMORE for the Blasting Room

ENGINEERED BY JASON LIVERMORE, BILL STEVENSON, ANDREW BERLIN

RECORDED AT THE BLASTING ROOM, FORT COLLINS, COLORADO

ADDITIONAL PRODUCTION BYANDREW BERLIN

MIXED BY CHRIS LORD-ALGE AT MIX LA, TARZANA, CA

ASSISTED BY NIK KARPEN & KEITH ARMSTRONG

ADDITIONAL ENGINEERING BY BRAD TOWNSEND AND ANDREW SHUBERT

MASTERED BY TED JENSEN AT STERLING SOUND NY, NY

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BACKING VOCALS ON Make It Stop (September's Children)

MILES STEVENSON, MADDIE STEVENSON, STACIE STEVENSON & TESS YOUNG

BACKING VOCALs ON MIdNIGHT HANDS MATT SKIBA

CATCH-22 CLIP on Survivor Guilt PERFORMED BY ART GARFUNKEL AND MARCEL DALIO

LICENSED THROUGH PARAMOUNT PICTURES.

ALL SONGS WRITTEN AND PERFORMED BY RISE AGAINST

ALL LYRICS BY TIM MCILRATH

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