Hearshot Kid Disaster

Searching for Redemption: Coheed and Cambria's Sonic Journey
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Lyrics

Still searching for your call today sit down, and structure will you be the engineer?

Expressing a search for connection and communication, questioning if the listener will take the role of an engineer in structuring that connection.

Still tired and dreaming out against and overboard

Feeling exhausted and dreaming of overcoming challenges, possibly related to struggles against adversity.

When pain kills you'll hate me and wait for or

Anticipating pain and suggesting that in moments of suffering, there might be resentment and waiting for understanding or support.

Then call me crazy and pretend I left us discontent and afraid

Imagining a scenario where the speaker is labeled crazy, and a relationship is left discontent and fearful.

So what so I'm crazy then send me justice and I'll have Paris in flames

Defending one's perceived madness, asking for justice, and mentioning having "Paris in flames," possibly symbolizing chaos or transformation.


Still searching for your faith in the arm that killed the president relapse waiting here for

Continuing the search for faith and recognition in a destructive force, alluding to an event involving the death of a president.

Still searching for your face in the crowd that killed the president relapse waiting here for

Reiterating the quest for identity and connection in a crowd associated with the death of a president.


Wound open and squeezing my heart against this pain inflicts

Describing emotional pain as an open wound, emphasizing the impact on the heart.

And in passion I bleed for it

Expressing a willingness to endure suffering for passion.

But with this what they gave me this book

Referencing something received, possibly knowledge or experience, through the metaphor of a book.

And flint and a match to go with it

Having the tools to ignite change or action, represented by flint and a match.


Still searching for your faith in the arm that killed the president relapse waiting here for

Repeating the search for faith, implying a connection to an event involving the death of a president.

Still searching for your face in the crowd that buried New Mexico I'll be waiting here for

Continuing the quest for identity in a crowd linked to a significant event, possibly a historical reference to New Mexico.


Have you ever heard the lyrics he sang?

Prompting reflection on the lyrics of someone else's song.

In his thoughtful transmission the words lost sentence remain

Describing a transmission of words that remains incomplete and lost in thoughtful communication.

Sing his song, sing his song loud

Encouraging the singing of a song with emphasis on volume, possibly to assert one's voice or message.

Structure will you be the engineer?

Repeating the question about being an engineer, underlining the importance of structure.

Where's your song or have you lost the key or tone?

Questioning the availability or continuity of one's song, suggesting a potential loss of key or tone.


Thank god for your strength will you hold your breath?

Expressing gratitude for strength and questioning whether one will endure or hold their breath in challenging situations.

Waiting for me to exhale in the short life lived

Waiting for a response or resolution, emphasizing the brevity of life.

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