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 1. patterns
2. beneath the surface
3. catcus valley
4. another's hand
5. the wading pool
6. gameshow
7. fallen pieces
8. changing the guard
9. gabby's happy song
10. checkerboards
(lyrics by Chris Herin)
Take the chance to break away
This doesn't happen every day
The future's too unsure
Take the time to check the tab
Reality is not that bad
Truth need to be exposed
Sometimes it's easier
To copy history
It's tough adapting when there is no cure
Patterns are the maps you draw
Patterns don't take very long
Patterns weather ups and downs
Keep your feet flat on the ground
Know when it's time to cut
It doesn't mean you're giving up
Don't ever leave unless you're thinking
It's always easier
To cling to history
Sometimes your instincts know which way to go
Patterns are the maps you draw
Patterns don't take very long
Patterns weather ups and downs
Keep your feet flat on the ground
Patterns are the maps you draw
Patterns don't take very long
Patterns weather ups and downs
Keep your feet flat on the ground
Don't get too upset
No one wants all they get
Are we really comfortable?
Patterns are the maps you draw
Patterns don't take very long
Patterns weather up sand downs
Keep your feet flat on the ground
Patterns are the maps you draw
Patterns don't take very long
Patterns weather ups and downs
Keep your feet flat on the ground
(lyrics by Chris Herin)
Catching a sign beyond the window
I cannot see into reality
The things I'm told - they cannot be
This world is not perfect
Politicians voting for bureaucracy
With no regard for you or me
Who can sense what lies beyond
What hides beneath the surface?
Our faces frozen into stone
While lying dormant it's concealed
In our subconscious
The sleeping giant of unknowns
Stars and stripes expand horizons
Everybody needs to have a stronger voice
There is no color, there is no choice
Some think they're our saviors
Playing us like ivory pieces on a board
There is no loss they can't afford
Who can sense what lies beyond
What hides beneath the surface?
Our faces frozen into stone
While lying dormant it's concealed
In our subconscious
The sleeping giant of unknowns
There is no want for views
To flood our minds
Rhetoric means nothing
Holding onto empty words
When the vision is blind
Who can sense what lies beyond
What hides beneath the surface?
Our faces frozen into stone
While lying dormant it's concealed
In our subconscious
The sleeping giant of unknowns
Beneath the surface
Beneath the surface are unknowns
Beneath the surface
Beneath the surface nothing shows
Beneath the surface
Beneath the surface
Beneath the surface
Beneath the surface are unknowns
(lyrics by Chris Herin)
A line of clouds forms in the sky
A hazy heat builds slowly
The sun appears beyond the point
A barren stretch awakens
Cracked but seamless to the horizon
Idle landscape, no distractions
Dust and 'weeds drift in the distance
An image flickers by
I see the colors unfolding before me
There's a presence in this unrelenting force
Wind and water work in tandem
Claim the living - unforgiving 'til the end
Can't stop this natural course
The moon will light the changing scenes
A silent contrast to the efforts never seen
Burrows fill as life retreats
A constant battle to defeat the path serene
Cactus valley
The ground hardens worn but sharp
Stifling heatwave focused
Idle creatures scan dominions
Balance failures lost
I see the colors unfolding before me
There's a presence in this unrelenting force
Wind and water work in tandem
Claim the living - unforgiving 'til the end
Can't stop this natural course
The moon will light the changing scenes
A silent contrast to the efforts never seen
Burrows fill as life retreats
A constant battle to defeat the path serene
Cactus valley
Cactus valley
(lyrics by Chris Herin)
Bullets split the air
Sounds of destruction and despair
Break the silence - sense the fear
No place to run, no shouts to hear
Creep through the silence
Crouched on his knees
Lurk in the corners
Fault what he sees
Lost in the timeless
Age of vengeance past
Force justice blindly
Another's hand is cast
Signs of life are gone
No trace of fate to linger on
Lost perspective - hopeless rage
Live for the thrill of a war engaged
Creep through the silence
Crouched on his knees
Lurk in the corners
Fault what he sees
Lost in the timeless
Age of vengeance past
Force justice blindly
Another's hand is cast
Creep through the silence
Crouched on his knees
Lurk in the corners
Fault what he sees
Lost in the timeless
Age of vengeance past
Force justice blindly
Another's hand is cast
(lyrics by Chris Herin)
We were watching as the buildings fell
And the ground folded
Minutes passed and the destruction was over
Dust and rubble fill the stagnant air
Blotting out the sun
The beauty lost in moments as the wars begun
Something isn't right
There's always more to any fight
Losers pay with life and limb
Is this the price when others win?
Pages show the human plight
Ignores the past for present sight
No one sees the other side
Trapped within the hopeless lies
Drowning in the wading pool
We were watching as the waters flowed
And the sky darkened
Hours passed as the plains turned to oceans
Sound and fury thundered in the air
Can't tell day from night
Wallowing in pity at our lack of insight
Something isn't right
There's always more to any fight
Losers pay with life and limb
Is this the price when others win?
Pages show the human plight
Ignores the past for present sight
No one sees the other side
Trapped within the hopeless lies
Drowning in the wading pool
Drowning in the wading pool
Something isn't right
There's always more to any fight
Losers pay with life and limb
Is this the price when others win?
Pages show the human plight
Ignores the past for present sight
No one sees the other side
Trapped within the hopeless lies
Drowning in the wading
Drowning in the wading
Drowning in the wading pool
(lyrics by Chris Herin)
In the eye of the public open and wide
Staring at the screen we see the public is not shy
Day in and out it's your entertainment
Watching in dismay at the antics of contestants
On each station - all the same as before
This quest for fortune - not to be ignored
The gameshow host - he's a wonderful guy
Smiles as he hands to you - hands you the prize
Daily tasks set aside for stimulation
Now lost in the fantasy of a new excursion
Shouting out all the answers whether right or wrong
Win again in the safety of our lonely homes
On each station - all the same as before
This quest for fortune - not to be ignored
The gameshow host - he's a wonderful guy
Smiles as he hands to you - hands you the prize
(lyrics by Chris Herin)
Languishing with heavy heart
At the sight of pain and fear
Contorted movements cease
Standing alone in the clear
Withdrawn and motionless
The agony ends in peace
Staring eyes reflect disbelief
Seconds slowly tick away
Touched off by accident
Confused and unprepared
Losing the fight against fear
Passing slowly on no saving grace to prevail
Another painful lesson failed
Move beyond the clear
Pass the barriers implied
Understand the reasons why
Hear the requiem
The weight of burdens undenied
Remove the doubt, reject the lies
Changing the guard
Hold the moment, heal the scars
Changing the guard, hear the requiem
Lay the guilt to rest
Moments in reflection blur
As the replay rolls again
Vivid thoughts grow dim
Remnents of blame to defend
Shedding tears of grief
No explanation consoles
The sun shines on the passing soul
Move beyond the clear
Pass the barriers implied
Understand the reasons why
Hear the requiem
The weight of burdens undenied
Remove the doubt, reject the lies
Changing the guard
Hold the moment, heal the scars
Changing the guard, hear the requiem
Lay the guilt to rest
Move beyond the clear
Pass the barriers implied
Understand the reasons why
Hear the requiem
The weight of burdens undenied
Remove the doubt, reject the lies
Changing the guard
Hold the moment, heal the scars
Changing the guard, hear the requiem
Lay the guilt to rest
Changing the guard
Changing the guard
Changing the guard
Changing the guard
Hold the moment, heal the scars
Changing the guard
Hear the requiem
Lay the guilt
To rest
(lyrics by Chris Herin)
The purpose has meaning
But the meaning is we're bleeding
Moving the checkers on the board
Chasing our selfish benefit
In the hallowed halls of avarice
King us on the checkerboard
Scattering checkers on the floor
Scattering checkers on the floor
Thinking in the past
Of all the things which didn't last
Dispel the stress of compromise
Uncertain aims were no surprise
As the path played out ahead
And condescending words were said
I know the will was mine
A future dreamt within my mind
The purpose has meaning
But the meaning is we're bleeding
Moving the checkers on the board
Chasing our selfish benefit
In the hallowed halls of avarice
King us on the checkerboard
Scattering checkers on the floor
Scattering checkers on the floor
Can we define what's right
Fighting ourselves with all our might
Thoughts and strategies are terms
To reject upon the urge
Can't deflect impending shame
By passing on your shame of the blame
Weapons rust in the rain
The same mistakes will strike again
The purpose has meaning
But the meaning is we're bleeding
Moving the checkers on the board
Chasing our selfish benefit
In the hallowed halls of avarice
King us on the checkerboard
Scattering checkers on the floor
Scattering checkers on the
I am sitting in the crowd
Unresponsive to the voices that I hear
Shouting out can't catch my ear
I am thinking with furrowed brow
Wondering why we foster
Nurture all our fears
Enemies ever oh so near
Always knowing the answer
Always knowing what is best
Disrupting the balance of nature
Neglecting our cause and effect
I am waiting patiently
Ignoring forces hoping to take hold of me
When will this distance set me free?
I am sorry once again
Disruptions claim my inner thoughts
I do not speak
Uncommon sense just out of reach
Social structure with order
Socially separate we discover
Traits of distinction denied
Mistaking our heritage for pride
Disruptions fuel the motion
Conflict feeds our institutions
Right and wrong defy description
Freedom without restitution
Is all life based on illusion?
Left is right?
But right is wrong?
Peers dictating who belongs
Thrill to the kill
As we kill what we fear
What we don't understand
And what isn't clear
The purpose has meaning
But the meaning is we're bleeding
Moving the checkers on the board
Chasing our selfish benefit
In the hallowed halls of avarice
King us on the checkerboard
We don't know we're losing
Euphoric we're choosing
Falling off the checkerboard
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