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SET TO STUN - IV: DEATH OF A DREAMCATCHER (Official Audio)

SET TO STUN's new single, "IV: DEATH OF A DREAMCATCHER," out now via Tragic Hero Records. LYRICS: Thus, when I speak, my world it trembles! Let the rebels run from all they've done as cowards do. But to the frightened and the few, my precious bride, my chosen tru: "Hold fast! Fear not! For I am with you!" This isn't how I thought it'd pan out, Though I had it planned out, Only then to find out now how confidence in hypocritical lyrical authorship was subject to consequences of a compliment that fed the narcissist's rage, that I was never the author, I was only the page in a letter to the hearts of men, I pleaded with the writer and he made me a pen And yet again and again I offend the penman pretending that my pretentious amendments would lead to anything less than repeated pain! Far beyond my fantasies in the graveyard of my broken dreams I buried you forever, but I can put you back together again What's the difference anyway? All the choices that I made have brought me to this tragic fate and a nameless grave to lie But before we reach the end let me take you back to where we first began, here comes the story of a boy who took the journey of a man And he fought so hard and he got so far but he just couldn't see through he night So sad that it's come to this, I didn't wan to be the one to misinterpret the gift I was given with a reason for living in the shadow of the shit I hate It's a game of "give and take", "hurry up and wait", build it up to break under the weight of everyday spent in vain My inspirations paid in patience and pain And who knew I'd have a voice like this to sing? And who knew people would give a shit about the things that I have to say, because I speak in a peculiar way, but the only thing strange to me is how evidently negligent the ethic of our etiquette is subject to the predicate of pretense It's not the poetry it pretends to be when these makeshift wordsmiths wield such words irresponsibly They want "something for nothing" They want "blood out" but no "blood in" In love with the dream and what it means but not the coffin that it comes in Going to show the world what it takes even if it takes me to the grave a heart that sows the seeds of hope even though its own has gone astray I can carry this because I've been through that Goes without saying that I'm never looking back I'm not a righteous man, but I know where I've come from And more importantly where I long to be! Come in To me I haven't always been the man that you needed me to be; and maybe my iniquities imprisoned me initially but I could see that I was free the moment you believed in me and Oh! What would they do if they knew the truth? I'd still be nothing if I didn't have you There can be purpose in hurt, but the hurt isn't worth all the world if I can have you Though none go with me, still I will follow No turning back, no turning back... Though none go with me, still I will follow No turning back, no turning back... "Shalalala..." Just shut the fuck up! Now let me show you where the fuck I'm coming from. You're a fake! And your words don't mean shit! Running your mouth around in circles like a walking talking hypocrite I'm sick of this heretic, Steady flexing arrogance Can't hearken to the "calling" Because your argument's embarrassing To put your "strength in numbers" is to put your faith in others And that ain't nothing but a cover for a chain gang, brother! So let the strong man glory in his might and let the rich man's hands pray to nickels and dimes and let the wiseman tell himself he's leading the blind; such hope ain't but a hangman's rope in the gallows of pride You front "punk" but slang "panic" Keep talking static cause I need your opinion like a motherfucking hole in the head! Nothing you can say that ain't already been said; I'm a "fools fool," I guess that's true but Mr. Harakiri tell me whose fucking fool are you? "Sadly, the formula for family which fostered such wonderful years of television and literature just doesn't adhere to the same dynamic principles they were founded on, and, somewhere along the line, it's been distorted and likely laid to rest. Still there does exist the select few, present company included, who will forever hold in the highest regard that which "was" over that which "is" For such decorum in the forum of our fathers was written forever on the tablet of our hearts, where they shined like stars amidst the backdrop and blackness of this crooked and perverse generation, where through trials and tribulations let patience have her perfect work that ye may be perfect, in wanting nothing in the affirmations of men." Would you still have the courage to say all of the bullshit that you take for granted every day when the King is calling you out? No second chances, no doubts, would you put your life on the line for the words you put in your mouth? You see I saw you standing there across the room and I knew I had to do my best to get the best of you,