The End Is Here
Album - 18 june 2003 - Debaser id 75195

wind passes right through my skin as i fall down, this furious speed will only destroy me..
crippling and devastating momentum, approaching maximum velocity.
and this is how it's going to be, the point of it all, 'cause this is what was meant for me, recklessly i fall.

hulking, smashing, i come crashing, nothing like when i was small.
i am unstoppable, i am the cannonball.
that feeble coward that you knew, has undergone an overhaul,
i am unstoppable, i am the cannonball.

thirty-two feet per second i increase, as the exponents will multiply.
i'll never stop to look back behind me, cutting through the bright blue sky.
and this is how it's meant to be, untethered i will soar.
i'll barrel towards the earth below, it's what i was made for.

and everyone will say its just an accident, like some mishap or a tragedy.
i think that failure has a purpose, and i don't believe its chance if i fall.
and i know that if i ever do fall, he will catch me.
and if he ever lets me fall down, for the good of those who believe him,
he will make me into a cannonball.
unblemished, and faultless. a burning luminescence.
unequaled precision, beyond your scope of vision.
cannonball.

An idea dies, in the same slight way
That we lose track of the facts
Slowly, unseen, slipping silently
Through some fabricated cracks
And now the freedom of the press
Has turned to freedom to impress
Perfect hair, sells product well
Like suffocating, sickly smells
The make-up smears, like false pastels
Like glossy, sugarcoated, shells

Tune in, tune out, goodbye, goodnight
They're buying you with fear and lies
Turn it off until it's right
That's the news, that's all, goodnight
Turn it off until it's right
That's the news, that's all, goodnight

The advertising dollars buy
The right to stifle antonyms
To sterilize the truth with fiction
So we can sing their corporate hymns
And all of us were cowed and bought it
Hardly anybody got it
While mergers made their spires grow taller
What they let you know grew smaller
And we were scared, or too bemused
And so we still turned on the news

Are you afraid yet?
They want you to be
It will keep you coming back
You are a loyal customer
Are you afraid yet?
You should be

I have been scarred so deep by life and cold despair,
and brittle bones were broken far beyond repair.

I have leveled lies so deep, the truth may never find.
And inside my faithless heart, I stole things never mine.
Dear Father, I will see you, there on distant shores.
If mercy falls upon the broken and the poor,
I have toiled for countless years and ever felt the cost,
and I've been burned by this world's cold,

like leaves beneath the frost.
On my knees I've crawled to You, bleeding myself dry.
But the price of life is more, than I could ever buy.

Dear Father, I will see you, there on distant shores.
If mercy falls upon the broken and the poor,

And off of the blocks, I was headstrong and proud,
at the front of the line for the card-carrying, highbrowed.
Running at full tilt, my sword pulled from its hilt.
With both eyes fastened tight, yet unscarred from the fight.
It's funny how these things can slip away, our frail deeds,
the last will wave good-bye.
It's funny how the hope will bleed away,
the citadels we build and fortify. Good-Bye.

Night came and I broke my stride,
When grace was easy to forget,
I'd denounce the hypocrites,
I swallowed hard, but never cried.
You would unscale my blind eyes,
casting first stones, killing my own.
and I stood battered, but more wise,
shaking free from crippling weight.
fighting to accelerate,
With resilience unsurpassed,
I clawed my way to You at last.
And on my knees, I wept at Your feet,
I finally believed, that You still loved me.

Healing hands of God
have mercy on our unclean souls once again.
Jesus Christ, Light of the World,
burning bright within our hearts forever.
Freedom means love without condition,
without beginning or an end.
only You can make every new day seem so new.Here's my heart, let it be forever Yours,