I want to say.. those lyrics, Your music… i can say, that in this world.. where corruption and greed are driving forces and for me, who feels so different from people all around me on autopilot.. i have nothing more dearest, than Your music. I can identify myself with.. and i can find at least for four minutes my reason to exist, even if i wake with overwhelming saddness every single day.

I just wanted to tell You, that whoever and whatever you really might be.. i have your music, where to escape and which to enjoy. Thank you, thank you..

continue the story without changing your style!

When a date in France?

ps : sorry for my english but i’m french (is it a good excuse?)

lemme paint a picture for you not with reds or with blues just close your eyes gonna take you on a ride to a day in the life when no one heard of strife when no one heard of pain just danced in the rain in a land far away where the sun would lay and the kids would play there was a boy on the side who would sit in the shade scribbling down rhymes to the beat of somber bell chimes sometimes he would cry a silent tear would slip by but no ever saw that they just thought he was quiet didn’t know that he was making a literary riot time passed by the town fell to pieces the kids that would play dressed in military gray the sun got choked in corporate smoke no one listened what did they care that a boy without a name was tryna make them aware now it’s all left in pieces whill momma still praying to lord jesus [chorus]

CHORUS
what did i tell ya what did i tell ya what did i tell ya what did i tell ya what did i tell yawhat did i tell ya what did i tell ya what did i tell ya what did i tell ya what did i tell ya why won’t you listen to the prophest who’ve risen all is not well our souls we’ll not sell

at the same time in another place a girl was holding her face she was crying to herself “it’s coming near it’s coming near” they locked her in a room made of white walls and fear hoping that they wouldn’t hear her prophecy in their ear what wasn’t there yet couldn’t hurt them right no need to worry bout something not in plain sight but they all heard the sound of the trumpet the steps to a drum that would tear down the pulpit two weeks later a giant eagle soared in mowed em all down into recycling bins it’s all left in pieces whill momma still praying to lord jesus [chorus]

i don’t know exactly what possessed me to write that, but it goes somewhat to the flow of “rise”.
yeah. Sad that me and my friend are the only ones that can appreciate the music you’re making in a sea of high schoolers drunk off of “Tik Tok” and sh*t like that. i’m rambling now. thanks for the quality music you guys. My ears can finally stop bleeding.

On the site it says “Who killed o/ Why and what’s the reason for?” But “o” is obviously not what they’re saying on the track. It sounds like “Who killed jimee-tide-a-more.”

Is that what they’re saying? And if so, who is (or was) this “Jimmy” person?

“Survival Story” is one of the best albums I’ve heard in a long time and I love finding all the deep thoughts embedded in the lyrics. But this is driving me nuts. Who are they talking about!

WHITE FLAG WARRIORRRRRSSSS