Project 86 - ...And The Rest Will Follow lyrics
- Sincerely, Ichabod
- All Of Me
- Doomsday Stomp
- Something We Can't Be
- Subject To Change
- Necktie Remedy
- My Will Be A Dead Man
- From December
- The Hand, The Furnace, The Straight Face
- ...And The Rest Will Follow
- Cavity King
- Wordsmith Legacy
Sincerely, Ichabod
We once drew
Some lines in black
And right now it's about time
We took them back
So bored of losing ground to the heresy
In our hearts...
With a steady steady hand hand hammer hammer blade blade through your sweaty sweaty skin skin skin
Please don't stay
We're well past asking
This time we'll make it clear
Our point is made
You're no longer welcome here
(But we) wish you well...
With a steady steady hand hand hammer hammer blade blade through your sweaty sweaty skin skin skin
Off with your head
We'll take it all back and then some
Never again...Off with your head
We'll cut out all that's a hinderance
Bleed the old man
And just in case you want to protest
Your eviction, imminent
With a rolling head
On the dirty pavement
And just in case you want to contest
Your destruction, evident
The decision, permanent
We'll send you out so you'll know that you will find a bright shiny new home on the other side
(Never again
Never again will you)
You're no longer welcome here
(But we) wish you well
With a steady steady hand hand hammer hammer blade blade through your sweaty sweaty skin skin skin
I know who I am in the depths of
Spirit and truth
I've seen the face of redemption
And He isn't you
I'm through indulging the tastes of
My cruelest nature
So I think this blade better suits you
Since we're the ones
Who occupy this temple
We'll be the ones
Who'll show you out
All Of Me
Been swallowing my debris
Without a trace of dignity
I'm living a fallacy and
Been holding tight to all I can't keep
One memory
One memory
This time's the last I'll second guess
Your legacy
Your legacy
This time's the last I will forget
So can't you take
All of me
All of me
All of me?
Once and for all
Can't you take me?
I recognize the causes
Now I'm cutting all my losses
Severing all the hindrance
Shedding the viral skin of infection
You'd never believe the wolf I became (this time)
In moments of weakness and disarray (this time)
But now they can try to beat it out of me (this time)
I'm welcome to the challenge of emergency
Out of the halls of ruin
The slow burn slow steady climb this time
'Bout to reverse the movement
And I'm quite sure you know just where I'm heading
Doomsday Stomp
Let's play a little game
On scribbled paper
You guess the letters
And I'll draw the hanging man
Hint number one is
Five letters inscribed over
The lips of eyeless woman
Asking me for needles and a thread to sew her head back together again
She reaches forward
And grabs ahold of my sleeve
Her antennae wrap around me
Her lungs infect me as she breathes...
The roadkill scent of violent city
Oh swollen anthill sore
Insects desperate cries
Oh infected for
Doomsday stomp from the skies
This town made its guesses
But can't spell her own name
A five letter word for the oncoming plague
A stick figure dangling from stoplight grave
Something We Can't Be
Dictate
What you think is pivotal
Mandate
Just for the sake of
Ego
Controlling your decision making
The world we're missing is still ours for the taking
Accelerate
Into isolation
Gravitate
To comfort, presentation
Anxiety laden, restless confusion
No courage, no confidence, absent delusion
Most of us would be lying
Holding fast to denying
If we
Said we're all feeling swell and content
All of us would be slipping
Backpedaling, gripping
So tight
To our fragile confidence
We're trying
Just to convince
The world we're
Something
That we can't be
We are not
Afraid of
Being alone
Of being caught
By oursselves
With only
Our own thoughts
Activate
With hope and integrity
Honesty
The only true currency
Devastate
The guilt, not the guilty
And I promise a better night's sleep
Subject To Change
Relent to your useless devices
Retreat, your last line of defense
Regress to the hollow relationships that shield you from yourself
Relent to your fortress of skin
Retreat, anything to distract
Regress to your hands as they cover your eyes
But you can't help but peek through the cracks
Cold, hard dread swelling into parallels
To everything you ever said you'd repel
Once with a glimpse now
Second your guess it's
Tough to admit and admit and admit that
Your fate's still undecided
Return
Return
Return
Relent, to the terror that distances you
Retreat, to the habitual grins
Regress to the deception, quiet and tame
Once was transformed, now exactly the same
Remember when you nearly plunged into embrace?
But instead you've chosen to keep it all at bay
Return to yourself.
Necktie Remedy
You say: "Make me into something
Give me a body"
And you say: "Let me out the bottle
Make me into someone
You can give me life
And I'll trade
The potion you embody with
Trips down the well and a swing from a necktie remedy, necktie remedy."
"You can give me life..."
"Let me in, it's cold in this abyss
Let me in cause it's cold
You'll raise your drinks up hight and swallow to forget
You'll raise your drinks up high
We'll swallow to forget."
You say: "The sugarcube mixture saves the day."
You say: "The green cloudy waters will take you away."
But when dawn floods in
With the day
The journey I imagined brought
Me right back here to a swing from these necktie remedies, necktie remedies
"Let me in, it's cold in this abyss
Let me in cause it's cold
You'll raise your drinks up high and swallow to forget
You'll raise your drinks up high
We'll swallow to forget
"Let me in."
"You'll be vacant
Repossessed
For those moments
That you occupy me."
"Now let's make me something in and of myself
And become the cataclysmic reality
So far beyond the symptom, I, limitless when you empower me
Because habit takes root in decision
And you can bet that I can wait
If you can
For the moment when you need a little pick me up
A little bump
A little boost
A little helping hand."
My Will Be A Dead Man
High noon cometh, not a moment too soon
There's gonna be a firefight tonight
A reckoning to confront the residents of this tomb
A gunpowder party and it feels just right
There comes a time
There comes a day
There comes an hour when...
In every man's life
In every man's life
When he must...
Brandish his steel
Mount up his steed
In every man's life
In every man's life
My will be a dead man
Hushed
All is quiet in the dusty alleyways
Few men dare to penetrate this land
And live to tell this terrible tale
My trusty six shot, my own right hand
There comes a day
There comes a time
There comes an hour when...
I'm not talking 'bout killing a man
I'm not referring to dirt, this land
There's no showdown here besides the one
That's erupting inside my head
My will be a dead man
From December
It's the first day
Since I handed you your final rose
In your house
I'm staring out the window at our tree (We planted below)
The heights of which
You'll never
Ever know
You always
Were there to rescue me
From december
I wonder if you'll look the same
When you embrace me on that day
Will you remember my name
When I return home again?
In my minds eye
I see you next to me as I'm on my knees
It's in this place
That you showed me how to ask eternity
For shelter
For comfort
For relief
I see our branches stretching
To heights you'd not believe
One day these leaves will reach you
And there will be no more
Pain
You always gave me refuge
Unconditional
You always offered shelter
From December's snow
My chin still rests upon you
While my feet they sway
I wonder if you'll look the same
When you embrace me
On that day
The Hand, The Furnace, The Straight Face
Quiet
It's 4 AM
I was
Sound asleep
Trying
To hunt the sheep
There is a choice
Within a voice
Lurking somewhere between
Hidden parts
And facial scars
And remnants of the deepest needs
I am convinced
In sleeplessness
That we need some source of rest
Following
With frequency
Won't become a place to lay our heads
I've searched
And tried
And tumbled in the midst
I've swallowed pride
And nullified
What's left of innocence
Reparations
Won't be made
We'll set a precedent
Never to late
To recreate
So here's your evidence
Am I getting through?
Is this loud enough?
Any means
By all extremes
This feeling follows action
You can take
My worst mistakes
And use them for excuses
Or you can try
To realize
This vessel's by itself is worthless
The hand, the furnace, the straight face
...And The Rest Will Follow
AND
Crucial context
Pressure drops
Unknown heights
I am, I was
Am I was
THE
Absolution
North in the
Whitewall squall
Here is your why
Is your why
REST
Never to late
To recreate
Recreate
I'll meet you in
Meet you in
WILL
Desperation
Exit Scene
In cold relief
FOLLOW
The hand
The furnace
The straight face
Cavity King
Desires in conquest to
Murder her maim her
Progress possession in blackmail entrails to
Pursuit your end for
Regret with shame no end to shade
Bait her in comfort complete
Then move to kill
Red ink
Spills from her veins
Your quill still draws her in
Red ink
Spills from her veins
In curses, in cursive
This is regret in it's purest
A simple plan here
Your on the trail of the
Hunted, haunted now
Smiling and nodding
She'll go without a fight (without a fight)
To your delight
She's unaware
Unaware
She's helpless in your sights
Encounters
Though brief
Murdering heaping
The coals, the heat
Surgery pending
You're
The king
Of cavity quenching by
Inching
The tips
Of fingers across the
Forbidden
Forbidden
Forbidden
I know
You ache
But she is alive
I know
You ache
But she's more than a story
Your entries made public
Your journals in crimson
Her veins filled with red ink
Your quill spills in crimson
Wordsmith Legacy
Knock knock knock
Sound the blows to the forhead from the
Mock mock mock
Of the words, a voice I hear every morning
Like stalking me from yesterday
The taunts of one who sought to frame
The picture of this desolate
This figure cowering
Every word a double edged sword
A double edged sword
My every word
Drop drop drop
Sound the sledge to the metal
Shot shot shot
Sound the pin to the chamber
My own words pound after me
Intentions bent on conquering
The very will I proudly claimed
Was the very axe that cut the nape
Every word a double edged sword
A double edged sword
My every word
(I'll never, ever look back
Sitting still, sitting still
Arrogant mindset of lusts
They search and strain and drink and stagger
When we are hollow
Sitting still, sitting still
You hate us cause we'll never go away)
"You can drown
In your own mistakes
Burrowing into the black
or you can take my hand"
Double
Edged
Sword
My every word
"This gift was never yours
So why would you ever think
That the words you said were your own?
I have chosen
And breathed
And forgiven
And changed
And purged
And cleaned
And forgave
And bathed
And carried
And soothed
And burned
And spoken and spoken and spoken and spoken and spoken and spoken and spoken...
Yours is not to proclaim...but only to obey."