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Protest the Hero are a Canadian progressive metal band from Whitby, Ontario. Originally named Happy Go Lucky, the band line-up has remained the same since their formation in 1999. The band changed their name to Protest the Hero shortly before releasing their debut EP, Search for the Truth, in 2002. In 2005, the band released their first full-length album, Kezia, on the indie label Underground Operations. more »

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2016

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Awake, unfazed, 
Morning light tells of the dawning day 
Just like any day 
Brush off sleep’s touch, 
Clear midnight's haze 
There’s nothing extraordinary here, 
A flaccid world, unfit, unclear 
Desperate for something more 
Something more than getting by 
Empty faces on the sidewalk, 
Listless and limping to a lie, 
Of a bright and pleasant future, 
Of a blue and cloudless sky 
A phantom whisper sounds deceiving 
It brings with it the question “why?” 
We work until we are unable, 
Then locked away until we die 

But then it happened 
Everything changed in but an instant 
A violent burst of brilliant colour, 
somehow close and somehow distant 
From a whisper, 
to a scream, 
to a hoarse, distorted laugh 
There is no hope of restitution 
There is no ever going back 

In dreamless sleep, 
one ponders death 
Hold back the fleeting final breath 
Knuckle white, slipping grip, 
jaw clenched tight, and quivering lip 
This cannot happen 
This cannot be 
Escape a life of anonymity 
to be a drop into the sea, 
whose ripple turns to tidal wave 
that sweeps the shores it once forgave 
But crashing down upon the shore, 
the sea is silent evermore 

Awake, unfazed, 
morning light tells of the dawning day 
just like any day. 
Brush off sleep’s touch, 
clear midnight's haze 
There’s nothing extraordinary here, 
a flaccid world, unfit, unclear 
Desperate for something more, 
something more than getting by 
There’s got to be something more than this 
It sounds so deceiving 
Begging the question “why?” 
Begging the question “why?” 
Why do we work until we are unable? 
Why do we work until we die? 

A drop into the sea 
whose ripple turns to tidal wave, 
and sweeps the shores it once forgave 

The sun, the moon, the Earth, 
conversed and agreed, 
the people of the world must pay for its atrophy. 
But crashing down upon the shore, 
the sea is silenced evermore 

But then it happened 
everything changed in but an instance 
A violent burst of brilliant colour, 
somehow close and somehow distance 

What unknown face now breaks the silence? 

What tipping force disturbs the balance? 

Swift and sober, comes a voice, offering a bitter choice

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