Louder vol. I A Librarian's Dream

Sour, sour, sour Louder, louder, louder The man beholds his own face, maybe a sewer or a cell One dead man has a testament to tell His soul fights still attached to a body Though the night is painful enough for anybody It's your duel but it's our fight And the more we wait the more the chance to thrive Your strength may faint, you may cry But when we scream the sky seems on our side Sour, sour, sour Project the chant Louder, louder, louder Project the chant Laughter, laughter, laughter Project the chant Louder, louder, louder Project the chant She beholds it, the master of the land Its glance frightens and tames the wildest beast The shadow must approach it with awe But now she begins to listen to the teachings and the whispers of her own blood It's all well, it's alright Cuz the lowest voice can still project the chant Sour, sour, sour Project the chant Louder, louder, louder Project the chant Laughter, laughter, laughter Project the chant Louder, louder, louder Project the chant Today the beast is merely a silent roar And the child is child no more, but the man is more innocent than before Time has sent away the anger and the sore Rejoice, rejoice, the mayhem was the disguise of a birth at its core