Caravan Lyrics - Protest The Hero

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 its bed 

It stretched; diluted and extended its head 

And took corporeal form 

At least in part at first 

But when it encountered the Earth 

It took a deep draw in, extended its 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 its 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 its value 

It falls flat and I question its 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 its 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