Orion the Hunter

something too easy might be a waste of time but

don’t go making things harder than they have to be

nothing worthwhile is easy

when getting up feels like giving up

true plans begin in hearts of men

surrounded on all sides

by the battered who refuse to fall in line

the hunter has a solitary thought:

“Obtain by force the blood of which I ought.”

skilled as though he is, the hunter always dies

sacrificed to fate without a prize

true plans begin in hearts of men

surrounded on all sides

by the hungry who refuse to fall in line

and lit at center stage,

illuminated ballad of the age

Orion shares his final thought

the sun will rise

and the hunter fades into the skies

The Friend

See the vision in a dream;
remember how I tried to scream.
The fear inside kept me in shock,
unbelieving of my luck.
Sorry for the days I'd missed;
frightened for when death I kissed.
Nothing left for me to say
while yearning for another day.
Why control me? Let me be.
Set me free that you may see
I lied and led myself along.
Please forgive me- I was wrong.
But time had come to pay my debt;
I'd hoped to die with no regret.
When suddenly, I missed the end.
Awakened, I forgot the friend.

Here we see a fallen angel,
bitter of its chosen birth,
submissively seduced by evil,
patterned product of this earth.
In this life of worldly pleasure-
power always, failure never-
ever-present mortal terror,
doomed to live in fear forever.

Whispers

Whispers, in the sunny light, guide my shadow.
Never think it'll turn out right; (I) fight my shadow.
Is it ever gonna be like my fellow?
What it is for you and me, only shallow.
And so I take a picture and hold behind a hollow wisher.
Cry beside a window - peek in! - see the empty fair of even.
Have you ever fallen through the light, just to have it lift you up?
At the moment you put up a fight, destiny had spilled your cup.
With the willow blowing in the breeze comes a small yet bitter wind.
Shake the past and reach into the freeze,
-------------------------------------time will help your soul mend.
And I will live on, live on; and I will move on, give on.
Though I may suffer for my chosen climb, I'm trying to make it mine.
There's no reason to be on the downside,
hesitation is holding you back.
Haven't we had enough of this, living like our lives are useless.
Does it seem like our only chance is to dance the dance
----------------------------------------------of those before us?
Step back from that ledge and see the edge for what it's made of.
Before our time is through, let's show them all what we can do.
And when you take that picture and hold behind a hollow wisher,
Cry beside a window - peek in! - see the empty fair of even.
And I will live on, live on; and I will move on, give on.
Though I may suffer for my chosen climb, I'm trying to make it mine.

maybe tomorrow won't be different, but you still must find out.

On, on, on, on,
'til days cannot seize you.
How, how, how, how,
a razor deceives you.
Cross pain's haunted sea,
take one last breath and suffocate in a delusion.
On fire you burn for me.

In all your thinking
you did not plan for this,
and now you lie and bleed
thinking you did the right thing,
made the right move, made the right choice.
Inside you scream out, "take me now! while the pain is good."

Cross pain's haunted sea,
take one last breath and suffocate in a delusion.
On fire you burn for me.

believe

have you seen the way you look?
do you believe the lies they're telling you?
we've been apart for some time now;
I haven't seen you for awhile now.
Still, I don't know how to tell you,
or even if I should try to;
I haven't grown how you're growing,
and I don't know where you're going.
But now that I've come to realize
that you and I have the same eyes,
don't even try to convince me.
I've done my share of convincing.
if I turn my back on you now,
and I turn my head for my lifetime,
maybe you'll grow, maybe not.
might as well give up- why not?

Until the Story Ends song lyrics

How can I believe in minutes passed of which you teach a new day is simply out of reach?

How long before we know?

Rushing through these years, we make the rules up as we run.
Looking for the answers under scattered sun.

Until the story ends; until the hero wins.
Until the picture changes and the colors fade to gray.

On this ferris wheel, endless window sill.
Is it ever fun what cannot be undone?

How long before we know?

Can we change the past? Does it ever last? Is it even real?
How can it be until-

Until the story ends; until the hero wins.
Until the picture changes and the colors fade to gray.

Like the wind that brings the rain, the current ever-changing.
Fantasies can do you in or they can bring life-rearranging.
Make the rules up as we go; invent the things we'll never know.
Driven by the will to carry on
un...til-

Until the story ends; until the hero wins.
Until the picture changes and the colors rearrange.
We make our way to find a history within our mind;
the heroes of our day 'til colors fade to gray.