by Andrew Leahey & Bradley Torreano
Although originally forming as a rock trio in 1995, New York's Coheed and Cambria officially took root in 2001, shedding their former name of Shabutie and embracing a fusion of progressive rock, emocore, and highly conceptual album themes. Vocalist/guitarist Claudio Sanchez, guitarist Travis Stever, bassist Michael Todd, and drummer Joshua Eppard issued th…
Here, sleep at the bottom of hell
You walk in this tale
Turned and as a coward you've learned
Through sickness and health
There's only one
Now go and bite your tongue
You'll just say the worst of me
With a hope they'll understand
No, they know you're just a boy
So grow up and be a man
Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine
Victims pay the price eventually
The cost? let's see your life
You've got nothing to prove, stay afraid
Young brother, you've got nothing to prove
Your answer is in there
Just stare down the barrel
Your sincerest apologies
Won't write you out of this one
Tonight, you'll find the right
In the pull of the trigger, now bite
Oh young fools, don't cry anymore
A fear sleeps inside your stomach
It swells
A torn boy alone in need of fix and the pinch that cures the itch
For too long
This little baby has cried on
For tomorrow we'll sing the words and song
Of a time we're glad is long gone
You'll just say the worst of me
With a hope they'll understand
No, they know you're just a boy
So grow up and be that man
Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine
Victims pay the price eventually
The cost? let's see... your life
You've got nothing to prove, stay afraid
Young brother, you've got nothing to prove
Your answer is in there
Just stare down the barrel
Your sincerest apologies
Won't write you out of this one
Tonight, you'll find the right
In the pull of the trigger, now bite
Oh young fools, don't cry
Mother superior
My how've you been
You're frightened of leaving this truly gone fishing amalgam
Go fetch your gun
Your answer is in there
Just stare down the barrel
Your sincerest apologies
Won't write you out of this one
Tonight, you'll find the right
In the pull of the trigger, now bite
Oh young fools, don't cry
Not anymore, don't cry boy
Not anymore, don't cry boy
Not anymore, don't cry boy
When your sick to the stomach
Just pull out the knife, Oh no
Don't cry boy
Not anymore, don't cry boy
Not anymore, don't cry boy
When your sick to the stomach
Just pull out the knife, Oh no