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Biding Time

by Lesser Men

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All Is Well 03:30
I’ve been worrying myself with things that are so insignificant Because in sixty years I’ll be one with the earth And long before then I’ll be dead to society A faint trace of a memory It’s so indicative of the human race To be so self involved and to think we are lasting That we’ll be remembered To think any choice we make will dictate change at all But it simply won’t We all cherish our ego and live to keep appearances up Is there value to a monotonous life And is there merit to staying between the lines If it won’t matter when I reach the end I’d rather do the things that make me happiest
I find it hard to believe that this is a product of nothing I find it hard to accept a Shepherd would leave His flock suffering I find it hard to give praise with the state of the world so alarming I find it hard to have hope if there truly is Nobody listening I wish I could be sure, resolve my hesitation, turn around Finally find closure, but my head is full of doubt Because at 21 I have seen enough of what God and religion have to offer It happened decades ago before my parents moved in A tragedy befell 38 Miller Road A daughter was raped and murdered And the parents carried the sorrow for thirty years Eventually the weight grew unbearable So Paula left Bill alone and in his grief He loaded his gun, put the barrel to his head, and pulled the trigger once She returned to their home, to the years and the memories To find stage three cancer in both her ovaries So I’m questioning how long it will take until I’m a God-less man in a Hell-like place I find it hard to believe a family could be so abandoned I find it hard to accept a loving Father would create a world this grim I find it hard to give praise after I’ve seen this malignant display I find it hard to have hope if no Echoes of Mercy are ringing
Do I even have the words to convey my condolences Or am I just wasting breath on words that can’t be said Because so many souls have been claimed And laid where I don’t know And I can’t seem to grasp how we continue on with our lives Keep moving on, collectively, humanity, our families and friends Keep moving on, pushing disaster to insignificance We are ignoring reality Heads down, eyes closed, minds averted Deaf ears have turned to everything Afraid if we look up we’ll see This world is cataclysmic Do I even have the words
Trance 02:16
I’ve spent the past six weeks sleeping upright in the passenger seat Creating distance from every person I know Will they wait for me or let me go Like I’ve let them go I’m trading the ones I love to drift from city to city And I would understand if they discarded me As they spend their time concerned All while I was falling in love with international strangers Too selfish to resit and I repent I left you all when you needed me most And I’ve been chasing a ghost I never thought it would be like this Take me back to the moments I missed
Beckon Me 01:20
I fear that I’ve become someone else Someone darker, much darker than myself I used to be steady in my ways, never stumbling But now I feel my disposition change I’ve seen the vibrance fade to grey And I have reached the point Where the bleakness stays Like a quiet humming or a dull pain You may distract yourself, but it won’t go away A boisterous mind with lively hands That’s who I used to be But now my thoughts are shrouded in a dismal cloud My hands idle with uncertainty Every now and then there are moments of clarity
Masked 03:52
I saw something in my father’s eyes Heard something foreign in his voice And I don’t know what it was I just know I’ve never seen before And I never want to see it again/ And I never want to hear it again He’s awakened by the phone An officer at the end of the line Reporting an accident I can see it unfold in his mind He approaches the room Where his son lies Confined by machines Keeping the young man alive I can only imagine the guilt The burden weighing him down Could I have raised a better man Again I hear that sound Will I be the parent who has to bury their kid I’ve done this twice before, don’t make me do it again He said to me with eyes that night Well don’t worry, I will not falter I won’t become a slave to the bottle Like your grandfather or mother I won’t dig myself into the grave All I ask is you put your trust in me
With every passing day I feel urge increase To desert this place that’s smothering my flame Convoys of bitter beings, closer they surround Together, passionless, they let fire go out Some of their embers still glow, only recently doused But the majority carry their ash around Hopelessly complacent in this dead end town But I won’t let that be me, I’ll burn this city down
2,305 01:38
I am perplexed absolutely Regarding your lack of awareness Your husband and your children, drifting further and further away From the creed and the congregation that you hold so dear And I’m not saying this to hurt you, I just can’t stay silent anymore There is nothing holy about this place And I refuse to sing this false prophet’s praise There is nothing holy about this place And I refuse to subscribe to this fatalistic hate Marked decent and a hollow chest If only my blood could ease unrest From the pulpit and to the gallows
Malice 04:51
Our homes are built on a ground unhallowed Behind the walls of your sanctuary You can see there are countless like me Hear us scream to the greying sky When all is lost and we are left to die Still, no regrets, I put my faith in us The wolf that you glorify pulls you further and further away Speaks with a sword in the place of his tongue Can you hear the malice Do you understand the message I will not stay silent


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released June 30, 2017

Written and Performed by Lesser Men
Produced and Mixed by Greg Thomas
Engineered by Greg Thomas and Chris Yeterian
Recorded at Silver Bullet Studios in Burlington, CT
Assistant Engineering by James Thomas
Pre-production by Chris Yeterian
Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering
Artwork by Kyle Lusty
Additional Lyrics and Performances by Jason Osman, Chris Yeterian, Derek Lamoreaux and Greg Thomas


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