Protest The Hero - Caravan lyrics
[Protest The Hero - Caravan lyrics]
Allow me a moment to explain
While you were sleeping the
Ocean wasn't drained but transformed
It yawned and groaned as it
Rose from it's bed
It stretched diluted and extended it's head
And took corporeal form
At least in part at first
But when it encountered the Earth
It took a deep draw in, extended it's arms
And leapt into the sky
It took wing over mountain and
Rode on the wind
It traveled the cities but as the sun dimmed
It grew fat and it cursed at the earth
In a thunderous rage
And a display of bright lights
It spat and began to give birth
The bloom is off the rose, at least for me
Dogs like me can bark
But the caravan moves on
When you finally awoke
A new ocean had formed
Through the clamorous night
Through the magnificent storm
It fell from the sky to reform and preform
Its endless endeavor in it's worn uniform
The Sun, the Moon, the Earth, and the shore
Tired metaphors played out before your eyes
Sedation, satisfaction
But to be satisfied and entertained
Without any source of intellectual gain
Seems to be what's in fashion
Interpret the meaning
To mean whatever you want it to be
I've heard these same words fall
From my own lips
It falls flat and I question it's value
It falls flat and I question it's worth
In a thunderous rage
And a display of bright lights
It spat and began to give birth
The bloom is off the rose, at least for me
Dogs like me can bark
But the caravan moves on
Better to light a candle than
Curse at the darkness
This is the confluence of
Narrative and naivety
Swallowing a stream of lies and empty poetry
You don't have to be the one to tell me
You don't have to be the one to let me down
A catchy way of saying nothing
But a narrative seems to
Allude to something more
With a purpose and a real direction
But they're just words punched in a template
The same mistakes we made before
I, for one, am fucking tired
Of conceptions that bring nothing
New from the womb
But, if every story is the same
Then the rose has truly lost it's bloom
Can you sing it back to me?
I can't relate to this i can't relate
Maybe it's your preference
But, I can't relate
"Where is the problem? We're entertained"
My problem's the consistency with
Every concept made
Don't just tell me a story
What does it convey?
"Where is the problem? We're entertained"
I want to feel something
More than just betrayed you are the problem
I am the problem
Are you satisfied? Don't be satisfied
While you were sleeping the
Ocean wasn't drained but transformed
It yawned and groaned as it
Rose from it's bed
It stretched diluted and extended it's head
And took corporeal form
At least in part at first
But when it encountered the Earth
It took a deep draw in, extended it's arms
And leapt into the sky
It took wing over mountain and
Rode on the wind
It traveled the cities but as the sun dimmed
It grew fat and it cursed at the earth
In a thunderous rage
And a display of bright lights
It spat and began to give birth
The bloom is off the rose, at least for me
Dogs like me can bark
But the caravan moves on
When you finally awoke
A new ocean had formed
Through the clamorous night
Through the magnificent storm
It fell from the sky to reform and preform
Its endless endeavor in it's worn uniform
The Sun, the Moon, the Earth, and the shore
Tired metaphors played out before your eyes
Sedation, satisfaction
But to be satisfied and entertained
Without any source of intellectual gain
Seems to be what's in fashion
Interpret the meaning
To mean whatever you want it to be
I've heard these same words fall
From my own lips
It falls flat and I question it's value
It falls flat and I question it's worth
In a thunderous rage
And a display of bright lights
It spat and began to give birth
The bloom is off the rose, at least for me
Dogs like me can bark
But the caravan moves on
Better to light a candle than
Curse at the darkness
This is the confluence of
Narrative and naivety
Swallowing a stream of lies and empty poetry
You don't have to be the one to tell me
You don't have to be the one to let me down
A catchy way of saying nothing
But a narrative seems to
Allude to something more
With a purpose and a real direction
But they're just words punched in a template
The same mistakes we made before
I, for one, am fucking tired
Of conceptions that bring nothing
New from the womb
But, if every story is the same
Then the rose has truly lost it's bloom
Can you sing it back to me?
I can't relate to this i can't relate
Maybe it's your preference
But, I can't relate
"Where is the problem? We're entertained"
My problem's the consistency with
Every concept made
Don't just tell me a story
What does it convey?
"Where is the problem? We're entertained"
I want to feel something
More than just betrayed you are the problem
I am the problem
Are you satisfied? Don't be satisfied