
Dispute Their Books Lyrics
- Genre:Rock
- Year of Release:2025
Lyrics
Cam is showing me there's hope in my words
But Jordan is showing me the beauty behind death
Their words alone are keeping me alive
And the pain in their voices strengthen my drive
But the truth of all this life is waking me from my slumber
And now in this sleep deprived state I'm left to wonder
Is this hope and beauty worth not being able to sleep at night
Is it worth not being able to smile
Is it worth pretending like I'm happy when I'd rather be dead
But dead as in the metaphor for sleep
Sleep is what I mean
No, sleep is what I need
Cause in my sleep I'm able to dream
And for the first time in years I'm holding onto my dreams
I've lived a life of insomniac suffering
Without ever being able to imagine a world where I come out on top
I still don't see the light and I still can't sleep at night
But through this strife that I call this bitter life I want to be free
Not free from any one situation or person but from me
Smith and Dreyer are keeping me up at night
But not sleeping as in sleep
I mean sleeping as a metaphor that I cannot see
So I should be thanking them
For keeping me from my dreams
So we will write our words in blood
Open up our broken hearts to love
We will pray that we aren't made of our past mistakes
But these words make the pain easier to take
Their words a silent riot screaming truth to my deprived appetite
Appealing to my need for growth
While creating perspective to the depth of my emotion
Understanding where I need to be, burdens where I am
But by understanding where I am, I admit defeat
I know that my purpose shouldn't be defined by what I lack
But rather my drive to prove to others that I can do the things they say I can't
These bruises aren't worth the weight on our skin as they are in our minds
Yet we let these words define the creative process in hopes to make others feel they way we do
Those whispered words wisely state
That the meaning of pain is a metaphor of the art we want to create
So we will write our words in blood
Open up our broken hearts to love
We will pray that we aren't made of our past mistakes
But these words make the pain easier to take
Their shattered and solace shouts are suffocating my doubt
Creating a melodic healing process through pain
That allows me to make sense of my own
They allow me to make sense of my own
Their shattered and solace shouts are deafening my ears while healing my heart
And if it wasn't for the ringing in my head I might never have been torn apart
I might never
I might never
Be whole, again
So we will write our words in blood
Open up our broken hearts to love
We will pray that we aren't made of our past mistakes
But these words make the pain easier to take
So we will write our words in blood
Open up our broken hearts to love
We will pray that we aren't made of our past mistakes
But these words make the pain easier to take