Из альбома: Fists Buried in Pockets
The light on the wall from the candle's flame 
Defies all the books filled with old cliches 
Though I didn't doubt the veracity
Of flickering belief 
The truth evident in fire's repose 
Consumes blackened wick motionless and slow 
This proves polar to what I've been told
A false reality
Excite the aristocracy's decline
Reject inherited design 
And purge the habits of the assumed life 
The lies dressed in clothing of the tame
The eyes set ablaze in the altar's flame
Denied so we can see the world the same 
Bartered security
To plunge far below all the rusted thought 
To run to the borders of all we're taught
Expunge the corrupt and expired lot 
Of mass identity
The voice within is screaming
It echoes off the ceiling
This house is not worth living
If I first don't own the floor
I'm burning down to build back
With the skeptic and the cynic 
I'll court the optimistic 
Then open up the door
| № | Топ 3 The Riot Before | 
|---|---|
| 1 | The Riot Before - In Perspective | 
| 2 | The Riot Before - On Tracks Asleep Beneath The Snow | 
| 3 | The Riot Before - A Drop In The Ocean |