When The Bough Breaks - The Agonist

Alone… she was …

And we face this journey alone…

Helpless and weak

Dependent on others' decisions and needs

But who’s to say what is right?

To protect a soul or to save a life?

Is it a plague or a gift

The ability to create in the way of the Gods?

We are instinctual artists

Atlas had nothing on what we’ve got

When half a race carries the weight of existence

And society shuns most circumstances

Reputation screams to conform

And cast out anything deviating from the norm

The only way to believe your lies

Is to spread them far and spread them wide

Creation like a limitless universe…

But boundaries are what define size…

Wake up

Remember nightmares by

Sharing them upon gaining consciousness.

(Wake up)

A flooded nation is soon to spoil

So wave your flags west!

Equality will never be attained

When blaming Eve for the sins we’ve gained

A fighter until the end

But sympathy only kicked in once she was dead

The sacrifice of a life

Or rather an exchange, instead

Pity, regret and sorrow turned into hope

But even then the newborn winds up dead

Black — white, wrong — right

Quite simple hypocrisy

Since when is an accident a responsibility?

If you play God once, I can play God twice

Give me the decision and I’ll handle the fight

Materialism now subsides

The only way to believe your lies

Is to spread them far and spread them wide

Creation like a limitless universe…

But boundaries are what define size…

Tradition exists

When no one has the guts to change

Someone asked me

What the difference One can make, one day

For we’re the moss, the Earth — the stone

So let us do as did the Tree

For silence will long be ignored

And action recognized quickly

What if?

I should have…

Hindsight always haunts me

A thousand Judases could never stop me

Slings and arrows disappoint and taunt me

But I’m not wrong, and I’ll sacrifice everything

Just because I know the way since the beginning

… hindsight always haunts me, and then the bough breaks