Oh, Sleeper Album

And they call him the son of the morning...
I am the rival. I am the one who speaks in whisper.
Hear me now, dear, weak forgiver.
Hear me now, weak forgiver. Hear me now...
Don't send an angel to face the devil.
You're wasting power on grace.
A maggot will always seek to feed from the grave, where I'll lead them and teach them to feast on the skin that defeats them, the skin they crave.

"If you could see like me you'd see you haven't won anything (anything)
If you could see like me you'd see, it's by my grace that you're breathing (breathing)
If you could see like me you'd see you haven't won anything.
If you could see like me you'd see."

Every night I start my rise, climbing high into the morning sky,
but soon after I lose your bride and I damn your son for stealing my light.
This world is mine...
They call me the son of the morning.
They call me the son of the morning.
I can mound all your fallen past the clouds as they roll in,
and when I do I will claim your throne through all these cowards you call your sons.
I am the lord of air and my dawn will last forever.
Go on pouring out because in the end I will have them.

"If you could see like me you'd see you haven't won anything (anything)
If you could see like me you'd see, it's by my grace that you're breathing (breathing)
If you could see like me you'd see you haven't won anything.
If you could see like me you'd see, your precious light is fading.
Your light is fading."

Reclaiming thrones, our generation's pride, sits a conformist ploy to strip what burns inside.
Our bodies yearn to live life endlessly, so now we rise. We rise in mutiny.
We make our stand here between the angels and animals.
We fear nothing here, where we can beat any feat set to keep us crawling.
We're calling you here to give leave to destruction of fear and stand tall against all who will dare to shake you.
Don't let them shake you.

"Stand strong, where I could not, please stand strong"

Oh please, this plea, dear God, let it not from my lips be conceived.

So grip your fist and swing until your knuckles bleed.
If you are the new breed scream, "I am immortal!"
We can't sit quietly because there's more to life than we see.
So if you are the new breed scream, "I am Immortal in you!"

This is the call of the new breed.
I want to feel what change your glory brings.
Please teach me life lived fearlessly and I swear I'll make a stand here, between the angels and animals and fear nothing.
Here, where I can be more than mortal and fight for a kingdom that answers to no one.
But I just cant breathe without you in the air and I won't so rip out these lungs... and for my heart, you can cut it from my chest.
Oh God, if that's what you want, for me to feel life endlessly...
I'll breathe your blood for the rest of my life.

So grip your fist and swing until your knuckles bleed.
If you are the new breed scream, "I am immortal!"
We can't sit quietly because there's more to life than we see.
So if you are the new breed scream, "I am Immortal in you!"

We'll be death's dealers, if that's where you lead.
Anchored by glory, we rise in mutiny.
We are the new breed. We are the new breed.
We've come alive and we are moving

[feat. by Cody Bonnette of AS CITIES BURN]

Rest I have not found...
They keep coming, keep coming, keep crawling right through my teeth.
They keep coming, keep coming, your children I feed off to keep awake...
Long enough to meet the next little sheep...
Long enough to meet the next to buy every word I preach.
It's like I was born to rip the flesh from her bones.
I'm forever stalking the streets for the next one.
I've found I can run faster, faster than guilt could ever.
I've found once a man lets virtue aside he finds sweet what follows.
I've found that I can run faster than guilt could ever.
"I'm bleeding while you're leading for my enemy."
How could you really think that I am worth this rescuing?
I wish I could be so much more than me.
"You could be the one who pleases me.
You could be, because I can reach through anything."
I wish I could be so much more than me.
"You could be the one who pleases me.
You could be... my arms are reaching."
You're reaching out to a dog that's tasted and turned.
Why? Why waste your time when I've found my strength in another?
Can you see more in me? Can you really see more than just a beast?
"I'm bleeding so you can be the one who pleases me!"
I'm sorry, but I just can't justify this rescuing.
"You can't see fairness as your clarity.
The better man is what your heart wants to be
but you rape every trusted chance I bring your way.
If justice you seek, in death it should be."
I wish I could be so much more than me.
"You could be the one who pleases me.
You could be, because I can reach through anything."
I want to believe. Will you take me?
"You could be the one who pleases me.
You could be, my arms are reaching."
I don't want to be the father who has to watch his daughter
be conned and stripped bare by a monster like me.
God, put me to sleep.

Regaining consciousness under a swinging moon, he speaks of alliances that beckoned me long before the womb.
I've caused more wounds than I'm worth. I see now, you must not have heard...
I am the natural born killer.
There is freedom past your history.
"This air won't fill my lungs!"
Because you should be breathing blood.
See, this death, it was your victory so...
"Teach me to fill my lungs!" ...never stop breathing blood.
I had it all so very wrong, but I fought... I fought with only song.
God, I've tried... I'm trying like a beast all alone, but my words... my words have aired in poison.
Please teach me how to breathe because this air keeps failing my need.
Fill my lungs with what won't bleed from my enemies.
He said, "If death is victory how afraid of life can you be?"
I'm born a war machine not knowing which beckon to heed.
Will I rise as a tool for glory or be lost in dormancies?
I've regained consciousness under this swinging moon.
You filled my lungs and each breath heals this killer's wounds.
There is freedom past your history.
"But this air won't fill my lungs!"
Because you should be breathing blood.
See, this death, it was your victory so...
"Teach me to fill my lungs!" ...never stop breathing blood.
I hear him speaking to me. For the first time he cleared my head... that's when he said,
"Only cowards keep dormant their sleeping strength, and soon you'll find, only the fearless will reach their potential's peak."
(What will wing these words if even the air is poisoned?
If the air is poisoned, what will wing these words?)
"Tell me, if death is victory how afraid of life can we be?
If death is victory how afraid of life can we be?"

A sound ahead from distant peaks, a song that all my brothers sing.
It's just out of reach, to join I would need the wings the heaven denied me.
It's like you're deaf to my voice, but I've been here for every moment, waiting on your call to move.
If you could just make a choice,
I know you would find me wanting only to be close to you.
"You keep denying my lead!
Because I've tried, I've never pulled back my reach, and I've stayed and I've died, but you keep looking for me where I'm not.
I won't be just where you want me to be.
You've got to believe and just trust that I can be everything."
It's like you're deaf to my voice "but I'm not!"
but I've been here for every moment "and I've fought"
waiting on your call to move "just call to move"
if you could just make a choice "oh I have"
I know you would find me wanting "I just want..."
only to be close to you "all of you."
If you would just try and let (me) pry all your grips on worries,
I would come alive in your life and let you find the flight you're longing.

I fear a world without the sun.
The day the sun never rose, cold swept the world.
And now stone and ice, the children she forms.
I lift my eyes to take in horizons of skin.
The cold is creeping to meet with wrath above and you'll soon be fearing to see what it kept us away from.
I fear a world without the sun.
I fear a world without the sun, but never who wished it gone.
The trees are dead, yet alive more than ever, growing flesh where once were leaves.
They stretch instead of tower, like bone wrapped giants they reach.
Oh, but nothing stirs like the fire's thunder.
The cold is creeping to meet with wrath above and you'll soon be fearing to see what it kept us away from.
I fear a world without the sun.
I fear a world without the sun, but never who wished it gone.
And now the ground pulses, constricting for birth

Stand up, we'll be more than kings.
Show no mercy when the gates swing.
I've said it before but without accepting that my body was the only thing keeping me from living.
I wouldn't even let the surgeon touch me.
Though facing death, I dined on flesh... but now I live to fight outnumbered.
I live to fight outnumbered at the fire dawn to live in rebellious honor.
I'll stand, you'll see me over all of your fallen.
I'll be knee-deep, knee-deep in a sea of their organs.
Send me all of hell and I'll face them,
I'll face them one on one-thousand.
Stand up, we'll be more than kings.
Show no mercy when the gates swing.
Breathe deep the sea at your knees.
Breathe deep and show no mercy..
With blistering heat, the army now bursting through, blinds me with a light not meant to empower but reigned to devour.
I'll face them one on one-thousand.
This kingdom's end is written, I'll take it one on one-thousand.
I'll stand, you'll see me over all of your fallen.
I'll be knee-deep, knee-deep in a sea of their organs.
Send me all of hell and I'll face them.
I'll face them one on one-thousand and yell,
"Is there no one else? Is there no one else left?"

Again, I wake to you...
Stand up, these feet are so far from clean.
I'm undeserving of the strength in your arms used to save me.
But years passed when I saw Eve next to me, she's wrapped in low-cut, dripping sensuality.
I remember the host, but it's been so long since we spoke.
He said, "My son, you can hold perfection in your arms if you wish." but I sit at a banquet for traitors
placed here between a thief and a liar.
"Just run and hold perfection in your arms as I slip..." but I'll make you the god of a liar cause I've been both a saint and a viper.
I'll make you the god of a liar.
I am a lie, just like these traitors that cry for forgiving replies but keep their grips held tight.
Though my eye's on Eve you're ready to bleed as if I'm royalty but I am no king. I am no king.
His life spilled like a tide so divine.
It was a blood soaked feast that never ceased as his veins dripped empty.
With such violent grace, the waves hit my face and in painful clarity I turned fearfully...
"What makes you think you can deserve me?
WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN DESERVE ME?"
My host fell to His knees as paling lips pushed His plea...
"My son, you can hold perfection in your arms if you wish." but I sit at a banquet for traitors, placed here between a thief and a liar.
"Just run and hold perfection in your arms as I slip..." but I'll make you the god of a liar cause I've been both a saint and a viper.
By grace uneven, at the banquet portrayed, through death, this life is saved.
But I am no king! I am no...
"Open your eyes, child, your sea is changing."

Give me your eyes so I can see through fire.
Give me your strength so I can stand so strong...
Now we walk on leathered skin to freedom.
The tempest roars but I am fearless.
With each step I crack and stretch and each breath is a sting to my chest.
My God, will this push bring purity or...
Bring out the dead! Bring out the dead!
Bring out what you will have bow down, and they will bow down.
"They're climbing, they're climbing through soil and earth."
They have my scent! "but you can stop them, I'm sure..."
Yes, I can best even the devil himself. "...but your pride has just made it worse.."
What writhing spite is unearthing here?
Why choose from prodigals a band of cowards to hoist your banner of love for the world to the slaughter?
"Just a crack, the smallest of flaws and your legs have now failed you to crawl.
You're, from the dirt, insurgent to warning, from lion to nothing at all.
Look and see, you're feeble and weak for your body fights only your heart.
Call to me and unleash the strength, your soul will begin to roar."
Give me your eyes so I can see through fire.
Give me your strength so I can stand so strong...
I breathe in your light and like fire my colors now light.
Though outnumbered by lines, we'll stay and fight.
When we reach the gates all you'll hear us say is,
"Bring out the dead! Bring out the dead!"
Bring out what you will have bow down and they will bow down.

Do you mean to challenge me?
Because your speech is threatening to the writer of your history, through a future perverted by envy.
Your whisper may sway the weak, but when I speak it roars the sea.
Your challenge has been met, because with a breath I could snap your neck.
This won't be like the first time you tried, because my patience and mercy for you has run dry.
You've watered among my bride and started seeds to feed your throning flight.
I will sing to the world your storm is capturing and the angels will join me...
We will sing to a world reborn from suffering.
But mark my words, because if that tree keeps them from seeing me
I will burn off your limbs and you will never shade again.
You will bow at my feet or I'll rip out your knees and make of your face all the carnage you crave.
I am the Finisher and I am Forever.
I will sing to the world your storm is capturing and the angels will join me...
We will sing to a world reborn from suffering.
From the armories the angels sing. You will see them end this suffering.
From the armories the angels sing. You will fear them when they lift their wings.
They will sing to a world reborn.
They will sing as I cut off your horns.
I'll cut off your horns