(hook)
the walls are trembling, it's time to break
time to break, break them down
beneath the beliefs
rebuild ourselves piece by piece
so all the lost can find our way
find our way, our way home now
we've been all alone
trapped so long that we called it home
every morning when he woke up he cried
thinking back on the moment that had so many times
replayed in his head, showed in his eyes
when his father and brother lost both of their lives
attacked on the way home for the night
their bus exploded, he was the only survivor
guilt like a poison growing inside
till the fight took over his mind
looking after his mother, close by her side
most of the time, consoled by the idea
of getting revenge on all of those on the side
of those that had fired on his
to reclaim his own bit of pride
as he sunk deeper in religion becoming
more of a victim than he originally was
learning all the love songs written in blood
by blind poets, eyes focused now on living the struggle
(hook)
the walls are trembling, it's time to break
time to break, break them down
beneath the beliefs
rebuild ourselves piece by piece
so all the lost can find our way
find our way, our way home now
we've been all alone
trapped so long that we called it home
finally the order was sent from command
stepping with weapon in hand into enemy lands
thoughts dancing on avenging his family
when he saw the target, was like he entered a trance
opened...fire...didn't care who they shot
bullets falling from the sky like they were some raindrops
some stood still standing in the same spot
families falling all around them, finally they dropped
to the ground...hear the sound
of silence, hit him in the chest
knocked him to the ground
as he saw all those innocent children
he flashed back to when he witnessed the killing
of his family...and in that instant of feeling
his walls crumbled down upon the myths that had built them
evil is a concept we made up because
we see the actions and want to separate them from us
the right situation mixed with anger or love
and these are actions that all of us are capable of
looking at the fruit of his labor
he fell to his knees in confusion and shame
suffered so much pain from his losses
the flag shaped scars stained on his conscious
exhausted, tears rolled down his eyes
turned the gun on himself
opened his mouth up wide and fired
(hook)
the walls are trembling, it's time to break
time to break, break them down
beneath the beliefs
rebuild ourselves piece by piece
so all the lost can find our way
find our way, our way home now
we've been all alone
trapped so long that we called it home
break it down, break, break it down
break it down, break, break it down
break it down, break, break it down
break it down, break, break it down
break it down, break, break it down
break it down, break, break it down
break it down, break, break it down
Produced by Adam Berg
Lyrics by Toby Ganger
Drums by Te'Amir Sweeney
Strings, Synths and programming by Adam Berg
Additional Vocals by Aubrey Ashburn
Recorded at Manifest Studios in Santa Monica, CA. by David Burris, Kyle Draper, and Adam Berg
The Maryland native is back with his fourth album, an expansive LP featuring Oddisee, Tonedeff, Marcus D. and Gensu Dean. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 3, 2017