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NEW ALBUM 'PALIMPSEST' OUT NOW PURCHASE/STREAM: LINKTR.EE/PROTESTTHEHERO _________ ALL MUSIC BY PROTEST THE HERO Rody Walker - Vocals Luke Hoskin - Guitars Tim MacMillar - Guitars Mike Ieradi - Drums Special Guest: Cameron McLellan - Bass Orchestral Arrangement / Production - Milen Petzelt-Sorace PRODUCED BY: Derya Nagle VOCAL PRODUCTION AND ENGINEERING: Anthony Kalabretta DRUM PRODUCTION, ENGINEERING AND EDITING: Dean Hadjichristou ADDITIONAL ENGINEERING AND EDITING: Darren “Jeter” Magierowski & Jill Zimmerman ADDITIONAL PRODUCTION AND MIXING: Simon Grove MASTERING: Ermin Hamidovic ARTWORK: Martin Wittfooth VIDEO EDITING: Wyatt Clough _________ The wingspan of my exploits is vast as the sea Familiar commencement, familiar routine As my Mother lay dying, my Father would scream “Son, do you dream the American dream?” Oh no, not me Not on your life I’m gonna live on the edge of a knife And prey on the fools who should handle it timidly You had your big dreams and planted a seed You wanted a flower, but turned out a weed My petals will curl and fall to the ground You’ll whisper my name and you’ll spread me around And as you grow in my supposed image You won’t inherit the truth of how I feel You’ll just assume that it’s real Father, forgive me For I know not what I do Father, if I could, I’d chose to be like you Forget this fucking face Forget you ever saw it Empty your pockets, your keys and your wallet A mere $50, my life was delayed Locked up and shut down for more than a decade And so I sew my seed, year after year I’ll be the meanest bastard you’ve ever seen when I get out of here And so I sew my seed, year after year I’ll be the meanest bastard you’ve ever seen when I get out of here Freedom is incarceration by a different name I’m free to walk the streets, but I’m financially detained And so I sew my seed, year after year I’ll be the meanest bastard when I get out of here There’s nowhere left to turn, there’s nowhere left to run So I’ll take what I’m owed or I’ll eat this fucking gun And so I sew my seed, year after year I’ll be the meanest bastard you’ve ever seen when I get out of here You had your big dreams and planted a seed You wanted a flower, but turned out a weed My petals will curl and fall to the ground You’ll whisper my name and you’ll spread me around On the wings of the wind, to the end of the earth My legend will grow as my story gives birth To a new generation of violent offenders Who worship my memory Hyperbolize my splendor And as you grow in my supposed image You won’t inherit the truth of how I feel And as you grow in my supposed image You’ll piss away your precious, fleeting youth Assuming you know the truth Assuming you know the truth