Thrice - The Alchemy Index Vols. I & II Fire & Water lyrics
- Firebreather
- The Messenger
- Backdraft
- The Arsonist
- Burn The Fleet
- The Flame Deluge
- Digital Sea
- Open Water
- Lost Continent
- Night Diving
- The Whaler
- Kings Upon The Main
Firebreather
Tell me, are you free?
Tell me, are you free?
In thought or word or deed
Tell me, are you free?
While the gallows stand and bullets lance the bravest lungs
We fold our hands and hold our tongues
Tell me, are you free?
When the fear falls on you
Tell me, are you free?
When the fear falls on you
Tell me, are you free?
Tell me, are you free?
In thought or word or deed
Tell me, are you free?
While the gallows stand and bullets lance the bravest lungs
We fold our hands and hold our tongues
Or let the flames lick at my feet
And breathe in fire and know I'm free
The flames will rise and devour me
To breathe in the fire, and know I'm free
Oh...
The Messenger
Mark me with fear and trembling;
send someone else instead.
I know my world is ending;
I can't repay my debt.
How can I carry such a heavy burden?
How can I move when I am paralyzed?
I see a fire behind a heavy curtain.
I lean in closer and I close my eyes
and kiss the coals;
breathe in smoke,
and I say, "HERE I AM, SEND ME."
It lifts my soul;
I'm free and so unafraid.
"HERE I AM, SEND ME."
Mark me with fire and send me among the living dead.
They cannot comprehend me;
I watch the sickness spread.
How can they hear me when their hearts are hardened?
How can they see me when they close their eyes?
Still they can tell that I'm an easy target;
a wooden saw is quite a way to die.
and kiss the coals;
breathe in smoke,
and I say, "HERE I AM, SEND ME."
It lifts my soul;
I'm free and so unafraid.
"HERE I AM, SEND ME."
Backdraft
Leave me here and lock the door;
latch the windows, lose the key.
But you'll be back some day.
What else then is TRUE LOVE for,
if not to starve and wait for spring?
So I'll just sit and wait.
So I'll just sit and wait.
Oh, swing the door wide open;
show me your jaded eyes.
I will turn them red,
drunk with vivid flame.
You will see again,
and you will learn your real name.
Oh, swing the door wide open;
show me your jaded eyes.
I will turn them red,
drunk with vivid flame.
You will see again,
and you will learn your real name and speak it,
Leave me with no air to breathe;
leave me here to die alone.
But I won't suffocate.
I'll have everything I need,
when you forget and come back home;
so I'll just sit and wait.
I'll just sit and wait.
Oh, swing the door wide open;
show me your jaded eyes.
I will turn them red,
drunk with vivid flame.
You will see again,
and you will learn your real name and speak it,
when your whole world turns to fire.
Oh, swing the door wide open;
show me your jaded eyes.
I will turn them red,
drunk with vivid flame.
You will see again,
and you will learn your real name.
Oh, swing the door wide open;
show me your jaded eyes.
I will turn them red,
drunk with vivid flame.
You will see again,
and you will learn your real name and speak it.
The Arsonist
There is truth beneath the floorboards;
there is hope in brick and stone.
But they tell me just to shut my mouth;
leave well enough alone.
But I think maybe all that's needed,
is a match and gasoline;
because I don't think that any one of them believes that there will be a reckoning.
But I will see this city burn.
There are still good shepherds scattered,
but they're far between and few.
And the sheep's skin that the wolves all wear is so thin I see right through.
And I think maybe all that's needed is some gas and open flame,
because I don't think that any one of them believes that fire can erase their names.
But I will see this city burn.
I said I will see this city burn.
We will burn it down and build it again,
what was buried in flame.
Burn it down and build it again from the bricks that remain.
I love this city, but I've set and numbered its days.
I love this city, enough that I'll set it ABLAZE.
I love this city, but I've set and numbered its days.
I love this city, enough that I'll set it ABLAZE.
There is truth beneath the floorboards;
there is hope in brick and stone.
But they tell me just to shut my mouth;
leave well enough alone.
But I think that maybe all that's needed is some flint and hardened steel;
because I don't think that any one of them believes that the revolution's real.
We will burn it down and build it again,
what was buried in flame.
Burn it down and build it again from the bricks that remain.
We will burn it down and build it again,
what was buried in flame.
Burn it down and build it again from the bricks that remain.
I love this city, but I've set and numbered its days.
I love this city, enough that I'll set it ABLAZE.
I love this city, but I've set and numbered its days.
I love this city, enough that I'll set it ABLAZE.
I love this city, but I've set and numbered its days.
I love this city, enough that I'll set it ABLAZE.
I love this city, but I've set and numbered its days.
I love this city, enough that I'll set it ABLAZE.
Burn The Fleet
In this dark night,
We stand or we fall,
We are kings now,
Or nothing at all.
Check your armor,
Light up your torch,
Touch the flame to the sand,
Before you head to the shore.
And we will burn the fleet,
We can never go home,
So to victory or underground.
Burn the fleet,
We’ll be heroes or ghosts,
But we won’t be turned around.
Well the old flag,
Will burn with the sand,
And a new one,
Will fly if we fail.
But the fire,
Continues to rise,
And it shows not a hint,
Of any fear in our eyes.
And we will burn the fleet,
We can never go home,
So to victory or underground.
Burn the fleet,
We’ll be heroes or ghosts,
But we won’t be turned around.
Burn the fleet,
We can never go home,
So to victory or underground.
Burn the fleet,
We’ll be heroes or ghosts,
But we won’t be turned around.
The Flame Deluge
I feel that I was meant for something more,
My curse, this aweful power to unmake.
And ever since you found your taste for war,
You've forced me onto those whose lives you'd take.
While Guernica in peaceful valley lay,
And Dresden dreamed of anything but death,
The day was turned to night, and night to day;
You let me loose upon their fragile flesh.
And so I hid among the smallest things;
You found me there and ferried me above.
The flame deluge is waiting in the wings;
The smallest thread holds back the second flood.
And who will stand to greet the blinding light;
it's lonely when there's no one left to fight.
Digital Sea
I awoke, cold and alone
Adrift in the open sea
Caught up in regrets and tangled in nets
Instead of your arms wrapped around me
And I wept but my tears are anathema here
Just more water to fill my lungs
I hear someone scream
"God what is it we have done?"
I am drowning in a digital sea
I am slipping beneath the sound
Here my voice goes, to ones and zeroes
I'm slipping beneath the sound
A song, somewhere below
Deadly and slow begins
Sickly and sweet
Now picking up speed
Ushering in the world's end
And the ghost of Descartes
Screams again in the dark
Oh how could I have been so wrong
But above the screams still the sirens sing their songs
I am drowning in a digital sea
I am slipping beneath the sound
Here my voice goes, to ones and zeroes
I'm slipping beneath the sound
Here my voice goes, to ones and zeroes.
Open Water
Ten thousand men
sleep down with Davy Jones;
with stolen treasure they tithe.
The open water
chills me to my bones,
but it's the only place that I feel alive.
The ocean floor
begins to disappear;
I sense that terrible depth.
The OPEN WATER
is my only fear,
but I'll sail as long as I still have breath in me.
I'm starting to
believe the ocean's
much like you,
because it gives
and it takes
away.
Between the devil
and the deep blue sea,
I stare into the ABYSS.
The OPEN WATER
is an awful thing,
But I'm anxious till the anchor is
aweigh.
I'm starting to
believe the ocean's
much like you,
because it gives
and it takes
away.
I'm starting to
believe the ocean's
much like you,
because it gives
and it takes
away.
I'm starting to
believe the ocean's
much like you,
because it gives
and it takes
away.
Lost Continent
Was there a time that we knew peace;
when all the children had a place to sleep;
when rhetoric was not enough?
Was there a time we weren't at war;
when we knew what our hearts and hands were for?
I don't believe there ever was.
It's always been a lie,
a soothing lullaby;
we'll soon be swallowed by the sea.
Was there a time we looked around;
and do we really even want to know what's going down?
Well I think no one really does.
We'd rather close our eyes;
sing soothing lullabies.
We'll soon be swallowed by the sea.
The water's rising now;
and we will surely drown,
if we don't turn around.
Night Diving
(Instrumental)
The Whaler
My lover's arms,
they beg me to stay.
But I know the storms,
they will sweep me away.
My daughter's eyes,
they are two tiny seas,
whose water will rise
and then run down her cheeks.
"Father where do you go,
so far out upon the sea,
and when are you coming home to me?"
"Darling why do you leave,
as the north wind begins to blow?
Will you be coming home to me?"
The boat and the blade,
they are all that I know;
the sea calls my name,
and so I must go.
And while they still sleep,
I slip out through the door;
but how can I leave,
with my anchors ashore?
"Father where do you go?
It's farther than I can see,
and where are you coming home to me?"
Darling why do you leave,
as the north wind begins to blow?
Will you be coming home to me?"
Kings Upon The Main
This lesson you'd do well not to forget.
Your life could be the one its wisdom saves
At sea, when you're beleaguered and beset,
On every side by strife of wind and waves.
Despite the best of maps and bravest men,
For all their mighty names and massive forms,
There'll never be and there has never been
A ship or fleet secure against the storms.
When kings upon the main have clung to pride,
And held themselves as masters of the sea,
I've held them down beneath the crushing tide
Till they have learned that no one masters me.
But grace can still be found within the gales;
With fear and reverence, raise your ragged sails