Approaching Tide
written by: Jak Locke
written by: Jak Locke
version 1:
from Already Fading On Some Horizon (February 5th 2003) (2:47)
The old worn dirt paths don't appeal the same to me
Can you tell me what it's like to live a hypocrisy
And society's gavel crashes hardest on the free
To the seas we toss your judgments and laugh
And the trails will choke the names of them who hang their heads in shame
The martyrs with their poison runnin through you
And we'll be glowin in the sight of your foundations burnin bright
With our torches, shoutin hallelujah
Your medals of honor won't fit your neck no more
And you'll choke on all the words that you used to sing before
And you'll cry to your false gods beggin them to break the door
Of your gallery of begrudgements bathed in chaff
And the trails will choke the names of them who hang their heads in shame
The martyrs with their poison runnin through you
And we'll be glowing in the sight of your foundations burnin bright
With our torches, shoutin hallelujah
In the garden of Eden spreadin a cynical haze
Explainin away injustice in your cold clinical ways
You'd defend Cain to your death if you were told that it would pay
Ridin strapped and saddled to the golden calf
And the trails will choke the names of them who hang their heads in shame
The martyrs with their poison runnin through you
And we'll be glowin in the sight of your foundations burnin bright
With our torches, shoutin hallelujah
And your price shall be set from the deeds that you did found
And your deviant majesty just like the devil you'll be bound
And your eardrums will pound from the never-ending sound
Of the victory song of those you'd cut in half
And the trails will choke the names of them who hang their heads in shame
The martyrs with their poison runnin through you
And we'll be glowin in the sight of your foundations burnin bright
With our torches, shoutin hallelujah
Can you tell me what it's like to live a hypocrisy
And society's gavel crashes hardest on the free
To the seas we toss your judgments and laugh
And the trails will choke the names of them who hang their heads in shame
The martyrs with their poison runnin through you
And we'll be glowin in the sight of your foundations burnin bright
With our torches, shoutin hallelujah
Your medals of honor won't fit your neck no more
And you'll choke on all the words that you used to sing before
And you'll cry to your false gods beggin them to break the door
Of your gallery of begrudgements bathed in chaff
And the trails will choke the names of them who hang their heads in shame
The martyrs with their poison runnin through you
And we'll be glowing in the sight of your foundations burnin bright
With our torches, shoutin hallelujah
In the garden of Eden spreadin a cynical haze
Explainin away injustice in your cold clinical ways
You'd defend Cain to your death if you were told that it would pay
Ridin strapped and saddled to the golden calf
And the trails will choke the names of them who hang their heads in shame
The martyrs with their poison runnin through you
And we'll be glowin in the sight of your foundations burnin bright
With our torches, shoutin hallelujah
And your price shall be set from the deeds that you did found
And your deviant majesty just like the devil you'll be bound
And your eardrums will pound from the never-ending sound
Of the victory song of those you'd cut in half
And the trails will choke the names of them who hang their heads in shame
The martyrs with their poison runnin through you
And we'll be glowin in the sight of your foundations burnin bright
With our torches, shoutin hallelujah
version 2:
from Post-Apocalyptic Hymnal (December 3rd 2008) (4:22)
The old worn dirt paths don't appeal the same to me
Can you tell me what it's like to live in hypocrisy
When society's gavel crashes hardest on the free
To the seas we toss your judgments and laugh
And the trails will choke the names of them who hang their heads in shame
The martyrs with their poison running through you
And we'll be glowing in the sight of your foundations burning bright
With our torches, shouting hallelujah
Your medals of honor won't fit your neck no more
And you'll choke on all the words that you used to sing before
And you'll cry to your false god begging him to break the door
Of your gallery of begrudgements bathed in chaff
And the trails will choke the names of them who hang their heads in shame
The martyrs with their poison running through you
And we'll be glowing in the sight of your foundations burning bright
With our torches, shouting hallelujah
In the garden of Eden spreading a cynical haze
Explain away injustice in your cold clinical ways
You'd defend Cain to your death if you were told that it would pay
Riding strapped and saddled to the golden calf
And the trails will choke the names of them who hang their heads in shame
The martyrs with their poison running through you
And we'll be glowing in the sight of your foundations burning bright
With our torches, shouting hallelujah
And your price shall be set from the deeds that you did found
And your deviant majesty just like the devil you'll be bound
And your eardrums will pound from the never-ending sound
Of the victory song of those you'd cut in half
And the trails will choke the names of them who hang their heads in shame
The martyrs with their poison running through you
And we'll be glowing in the sight of your foundations burning bright
With our torches, shouting hallelujah
Can you tell me what it's like to live in hypocrisy
When society's gavel crashes hardest on the free
To the seas we toss your judgments and laugh
And the trails will choke the names of them who hang their heads in shame
The martyrs with their poison running through you
And we'll be glowing in the sight of your foundations burning bright
With our torches, shouting hallelujah
Your medals of honor won't fit your neck no more
And you'll choke on all the words that you used to sing before
And you'll cry to your false god begging him to break the door
Of your gallery of begrudgements bathed in chaff
And the trails will choke the names of them who hang their heads in shame
The martyrs with their poison running through you
And we'll be glowing in the sight of your foundations burning bright
With our torches, shouting hallelujah
In the garden of Eden spreading a cynical haze
Explain away injustice in your cold clinical ways
You'd defend Cain to your death if you were told that it would pay
Riding strapped and saddled to the golden calf
And the trails will choke the names of them who hang their heads in shame
The martyrs with their poison running through you
And we'll be glowing in the sight of your foundations burning bright
With our torches, shouting hallelujah
And your price shall be set from the deeds that you did found
And your deviant majesty just like the devil you'll be bound
And your eardrums will pound from the never-ending sound
Of the victory song of those you'd cut in half
And the trails will choke the names of them who hang their heads in shame
The martyrs with their poison running through you
And we'll be glowing in the sight of your foundations burning bright
With our torches, shouting hallelujah
earliest live performance: August 27th 2004