Tidal Lyrics - Protest The Hero

Awake, unfazed, 

Morning light tells of the dawning day 

Just like any day 

Brush off sleep's touch, 

Clear midnight's haze 

There's nothing extraordinary here, 

A flaccid world, unfit, unclear 

Desperate for something more 

Something more than getting by 

Empty faces on the sidewalk, 

Listless and limping to a lie, 

Of a bright and pleasant future, 

Of a blue and cloudless sky 

A phantom whisper sounds deceiving 

It brings with it the question "why?" 

We work until we are unable, 

Then locked away until we die 

But then it happened 

Everything changed in but an instant 

A violent burst of brilliant colour, 

somehow close and somehow distant 

From a whisper, 

to a scream, 

to a hoarse, distorted laugh 

There is no hope of restitution 

There is no ever going back 

In dreamless sleep, 

one ponders death 

Hold back the fleeting final breath 

Knuckle white, slipping grip, 

jaw clenched tight, and quivering lip 

This cannot happen 

This cannot be 

Escape a life of anonymity 

to be a drop into the sea, 

whose ripple turns to tidal wave 

that sweeps the shores it once forgave 

But crashing down upon the shore, 

the sea is silent evermore 

Awake, unfazed, 

morning light tells of the dawning day 

just like any day. 

Brush off sleep's touch, 

clear midnight's haze 

There's nothing extraordinary here, 

a flaccid world, unfit, unclear 

Desperate for something more, 

something more than getting by 

There's got to be something more than this 

It sounds so deceiving 

Begging the question "why?" 

Begging the question "why?" 

Why do we work until we are unable? 

Why do we work until we die? 

A drop into the sea 

whose ripple turns to tidal wave, 

and sweeps the shores it once forgave 

The sun, the moon, the Earth, 

conversed and agreed, 

the people of the world must pay for its atrophy. 

But crashing down upon the shore, 

the sea is silenced evermore 

But then it happened 

everything changed in but an instance 

A violent burst of brilliant colour, 

somehow close and somehow distance 

What unknown face now breaks the silence? 

What tipping force disturbs the balance? 

Swift and sober, comes a voice, offering a bitter choice