For the record: If you take this song to mean that any and all forms of anger and resistance are invalid and do more harm than good, go fuck yourself. Don't pull any of that "hate fuels hate" shit either. I redid these lyrics like five times to be as clear as possible, alright?
lyrics
Go and flood the castle,
show the knights and nobles hell
but regardless of your motives,
know the town will drown as well
So if you would sleep soundly,
and if you'd lay down your arms,
you should help rebuild the houses
and you'd best go drain the farms
With careless swings you'll surely hit
the ones you hoped to save
and righteousness is rarely stark and clear
The pattern spins in circles,
sometimes wider, sometimes smaller
but it never, ever, ever disappears
Evil men aren't hard to find,
but good men surely are,
and the best of us tear at each other's throats
Now go pick up the pieces
and repair what you have done,
lest you find yourself adrift without a boat
So harden on the outside
but stay tender at the core
you must know how to broker peace
before you go to war
And though the sword is beautiful
know it can only kill;
Be the axe or be the hammer:
you'll be crude, but you will build
With careless swings you'll surely hit
the ones you hoped to save
and righteousness is rarely stark and clear
The pattern spins in circles,
sometimes wider, sometimes smaller
but it never, ever, ever disappears
Evil men aren't hard to find,
but good men surely are,
and the best of us tear at each other's throats
Now go pick up the pieces
and repair what you have done,
lest you find yourself adrift without a boat
And strike back at the beast if it should bite you,
and blaspheme any god who dares to smite you
but keep clarity of purpose,
don't fight foes who never were;
control your flame, don't let the pain ignite you!
Half the heroes you could name
were cowards, fools and jerks;
and yet, in spite of all of this,
gaze awed upon their works!
The rest of them were monstrous,
wrongly praised upon their deaths;
strive always to be better
'til you take your final breath
'Cause careless swings ensure you'll hit
the ones you hoped to save
and righteousness is rarely stark and clear
The pattern spins in circles,
sometimes wider, sometimes smaller
but it never, ever, ever disappears
Evil men aren't hard to find,
but good men surely are,
and the best of us tear at each other's throats
Now go pick up the pieces
and repair what you have done,
lest you find yourself adrift without a boat
Stay angry but stay hopeful,
bring each task the proper tools
that's the only way you'll keep yourself afloat
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I think the most comfort I've felt in this life was being fifteen and playing this game at 2am. Words cannot describe how much this game meant to me caracalled
supported by 6 fans who also own “Traveling Song For The Damned”
Jack is a master of the sublte. Epic in scale and delicate in delivery, often turning emotions on a short sequence of notes. I wish they would embrace singing more as well because The Balad of Sister Rust and Tell Me are both incredible examples of their talent and ability. hazelforgotten