Protest The Hero - Tidal lyrics

Awake, unfazed, Morning light tells of the dawning day Just like any day Brush off sleep's touch, Clear midnight's haze There's nothing extraordinary here, A flaccid world, unfit, unclear Desperate for something more Something more than getting by Empty faces on the sidewalk, Listless and limping to a lie, Of a bright and pleasant future, Of a blue and cloudless sky A phantom whisper sounds deceiving It brings with it the question “why?” We work until we are unable, Then locked away until we die But then it happened Everything changed in but an instant A violent burst of brilliant colour, somehow close and somehow distant From a whisper, to a scream, to a hoarse, distorted laugh There is no hope of restitution There is no ever going back In dreamless sleep, one ponders d**h Hold back the fleeting final breath Knuckle white, slipping grip, jaw clenched tight, and quivering lip This cannot happen This cannot be Escape a life of anonymity to be a drop into the sea, whose ripple turns to tidal wave that sweeps the shores it once forgave But crashing down upon the shore, the sea is silent evermore Awake, unfazed, morning light tells of the dawning day just like any day. Brush off sleep's touch, clear midnight's haze There's nothing extraordinary here, a flaccid world, unfit, unclear Desperate for something more, something more than getting by There's got to be something more than this It sounds so deceiving Begging the question “why?” Begging the question “why?” Why do we work until we are unable? Why do we work until we die? A drop into the sea whose ripple turns to tidal wave, and sweeps the shores it once forgave The sun, the moon, the Earth, conversed and agreed, the people of the world must pay for its atrophy. But crashing down upon the shore, the sea is silenced evermore But then it happened everything changed in but an instance A violent burst of brilliant colour, somehow close and somehow distance What unknown face now breaks the silence? What tipping force disturbs the balance? Swift and sober, comes a voice, offering a bitter choice