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HELP is on the way 3.make it STOP (SEPTEMBER'S CHILDREN) 4.Disparity By Design 5.Satellite 6.Midnight hands 7.Survivor Guilt 8.Broken Mirrors 9.Wait for Me 10.A GentlemEn's Coup 11.This Is Letting Go 12. Endgame

Produced by Bill Stevenson and Jason Livermore for the Blasting Room Mixed by Chris Lord-Alge at Mix la

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are there no fighters left here anymore? are we the generation we've been waiting for? or are we patiently burning waiting to be be saved? our heroes our idols have mellowed with age following rules that they once disobeyed they're now being led when they used to lead the way do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before? are you out there on the front lines or at home keeping score? do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate? or would you rather be the architect of what we might create? they laid out the blueprints, they poured down a base concrete solutions to slow our decay and when they are gone who the fucks going to take their place? will it be the cynics, the critics galore? the cliche apathetic passed out on the floor the trusting complicit who collectively ignore do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before? are you out there on the front lines or at home keeping score? do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate? or would you rather be the architect of what we might create? don't you remember when you were young and you wanted to set the world on fire? somewhere deep down I know you do don't you remember when we were young and we wanted to set the world on fire because I still am and I still do make no mistake we are not afraid to bear the burden of repeating what they're thinking anyway let's raise the stakes on the bet we made let's decide to be the architects the master of our fate we still believe in all the things that we stood by before and after everything we've seen here maybe even more i know we're not the only ones, and we were not the first and unapologetically we'll stand behind each word

HELP is on the Way

i have my mother's dreams i have my father's eyes you can't take that from me just go ahead and try the crescent city sleeps while giants in the sky preparing to unleash let loose a mighty cry can nobody save us will anyone try the bayou is burning the cypress has died and all along they're saying "HELP IS ON THE WAY", THEY SAID THEY SAID, "HELP IS ON THE WAY", THEY SAID THEY SAID ONE BY LAND TWO BY SEA RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF ME HELP IS ON THE WAY five thousand feet below as black smoke engulfs the sky the ocean floor explodes eleven mothers cry my bones all resonate a burning lullaby you can't take that from me just go ahead and try she stands at the shoreline with hands in the air her words pierce the dark night "does anyone care?" AND ALL ALONG THEY'RE SAYING "HELP IS ON THE WAY", THEY SAID THEY SAID, "HELP IS ON THE WAY", THEY SAID THEY SAID ONE BY LAND TWO BY SEA RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF ME HELP IS ON THE WAY right here,right here choking on the black gold upon which we rely we keep axes in the attics to see cameras in the sky help is on the way they said help is on the way we were told just to sit tight because somebody will soon arrive help is on the way but it never came.

make it

STOP
(September's Children)

bang bang go the coffin nails like a breath exhaled then gone forever it seems like just yesterday how did i miss the red flags raise? think back to the days we laughed we braved these bitter storms together brought to his knees he cried but on his feet he died what god would damn a heart? what god drove us apart? what god could make it stop let this end eighteen years pushed to the ledge its come to this a weightless step on the way down singing bang bang FROM the closet walls the schoolhouse halls the shotguns loaded push me and ill push back im done asking i demand from a nation under god i feel its love like a cattle prod born free but still they hate born me no i can't change it's always darkest just before the dawn so stay awake with me let's prove them wrong make it stop let this end eighteen years pushed to the ledge its come to this a weightless step on the way down singing

Disparity By Design

all the way AT the bottom of these barrels we cried out so ashamed of our tears that we blame only ourselves and that's when they win they keep us convinced TO LIFT UP OUR CHINS these playing fields are level we all have a chance with that they dismiss the fast lanes they rode in which access depends on who you know or where you came from whose daughter are you? whose fortunate son? we're told to stick out our thumbs they feast from the linens while we settle for crumbs is this an over-reaching arm? or is this compassion? is this a handout undeserved? or a just reparation? all the way from the towers high above glass ceilinged tombs tell themselves that they've earned this by working hard and playing by the rules but this is only part true a dangerous trick played on me and you and so, like a practical joke we pulled on these bootstraps so hard that they broke is this an over-reaching arm? or is this compassion? is this a handout undeserved? or a just reparation? LIKE A SINGLE DOMINO THAT FALLS WHILE THE REST STAY VERTICAL WERE FED THESE EMPTY FAIRY TALES WILL YOU BELIEVE THEM? if there's a God, you better pray that this sleeping giant never wakes if we just took a step back a bigger picture we might view perhaps the man in the gutter is not so different from you come in out of the cold forget all that you know because there's always been room by the fire for you come in out of the cold WILL YOU BELIEVE THEM? is this an over-reaching arm? or is this compassion? is this a handout undeserved? or a just reparation? LIKE A SINGLE DOMINO THAT FALLS WHILE THE REST STAY VERTICAL WE'RE FED THESE EMPTY FAIRY TALES AND I'M THROUGH BELIEVING

the cold river washed him away but how could we forget the gatherings hold candles but not their tongues too much blood has flown from the wrists of the children shamed for those they chose to kiss who will rise to stop the blood? we're calling for insisting on a different beat a brand new song make this stop make this end THIS LIFE CHOSE ME, I'M NOT LOST IN SIN but proud i stand of who i am i plan to go on LIVING

SATELLITE
you can't feel the heat until you hold your hand over the flames you have to cross the line just to remember where it lays you won't know your worth now son until you take a hit you won't find the beat until you lose yourself in it we won't back down we won't run and hide because these are the things that we can't deny i'm passing over you like a satellite so catch me if i fall we stick to you game plans and party lines but at night we're conspiring by candlelight we are the orphans of the Amerikan dream so shine your light on me you can't fill your cup until you empty all it has you can't understand what lays ahead if you don't understand the past you'll never learn to fly now until you're standing at the cliff and you can't truly love until you've given up on it we won't back down we won't run and hide because these are the things that we can't deny i'm passing over you like a satellite so catch me if i fall we stick to you game plans and party lines but at night we're conspiring by candlelight we are the orphans of the Amerikan dream so shine your light on me she told me that she never could face the world again so i offered up a plan: we'll sneak out while they sleep and sail off in the night we'll come clean and start over the rest of our lives when we're gone we'll stay gone out of sight out of mind it's not too late we have the rest of our lives we won't back down we won't run and hide because these are the things that we can't deny i'm passing over you like a satellite so catch me if i fall we stick to you game plans and party lines but at night we're conspiring by candlelight we are the orphans of the Amerikan dream so shine your light on me BECAUSE THESE ARE THE THINGS THAT WE CAN'T DENY NOW THIS IS A LIFE THAT YOU CAN'T DENY US NOW

Midnight HANDS
like a new day rising like a calm before the storm like fog lifting from VALLEYS on a sleeping forest floor eyes open slowly as the dust is shaken off to gaze upon the wreckage that the midnight hands have wrought and now I feel my temperature rising my body explode i feel like somebody is watching like i'm not alone i stopped and I vowed right then I said that "whatever path you take, wherever you might go, whenever you decide to leave, I will follow." we face a crossroad never knowing what's in store there's an angel on my shoulder there's a devil at my door she proclaimed, "tonight will be the greatest of our lives." but i said, "don't' be so sure, let's just wait until the morning light." i FEEL my temperature rising my body explode i feel like somebody's watching like i'm not alone i stopped i vowed right then and said that "whatever path you take, wherever you might go, whenever you decide to leave, I will follow." there in the clearing, we gathered close, under the MOONS pale light we laid out the tools "you don't have to do this and i'd forgive you if you don't" she just looked away and said, " i know." gripped by the midnight hands we cradle future they would prevent gripped by the midnight hands the line's crossed over the dawn grows closet let's bite off too much let's jump with a blind trust in water over our heads I won't bet on the falls you take I won't let go if you started to stray I'll be there until you don't wake up I will follow GRIPPED BY THE MIDNIGHT HANDS WE CRADLE FUTURES THEY WOULD PREVENT GRIPPED BY THE MIDNIGHT HANDS THE LINES CROSSED OVER THE DAWN GROWS CLOSER LET'S BITE OFF TOO MUCH LET'S JUMP WITH A BLIND TRUST IN WATER OVER OUR HEADS I WON'T BET ON THE FALLS YOU TAKE I WON'T LET GO IF YOU STARTED TO STRAY I'LL BE THERE UNTIL YOU DON'T WAKE UP I WILL FOLLOW, I WILL FOLLOW

Survivor Guilt
block the entrances close the doors seal the exits because this is war all gave some some gave all but for what I want to know carry on don't mind me all I gave was everything and yet you ask me for more fought your fight bought your lie and in return I lost my life what purpose does this serve? a folded flag a purple heart a family all but torn apart i fought with courage to preserve not my way of life, but yours carry on don't mind me all I gave was everything and yet you ask me for more fought your fight bought your lie and in return I lost my life what purpose does this serve? the cowards preach from pedestals with words like courage and resolve but what they meant was fuck them all because freedom isn't free they send our daughters and our sons to deserts under burning sUns a sacrificial slaughtering to fill the pockets of the weak an artificial enemy are we so easily deceived? carry on just walk away how many more sent to their graves in this lesson ignored? i fought your fight bought your lie and in return I lost my life what purpose does this serve? what purpose did I serve?

broken Mirrors
hey man, now did you hear? you're final days are near in a free fall of fire and ice and explosions in the sky a fate that we deserve there's no escape, no now it's your turn it's been years since our luck ran out and left us here like broken mirrors ten million shards of glass and tears but now we are awake enough to shatter what we hate like broken mirrors reflections of an unfamiliar face hey man you got the time and can I trouble you for a light? who me? no i'm not the ole town crier i'm the one who sets it all on fire a fate that we deserve there's no escape now it's your turn it's been years since our luck ran out and left us here like broken mirrors ten million shards of glass and tears but now we are awake enough to shatter what we hate like broken mirrors reflections of an unfamiliar face we hide from the mirrors they might show our scars there is the person THAT we want to be and the people we are confront your reflection smash what you see and let's restart because mirrors can't see our hearts

do you see the world in different colors? do you see the world in black and gray? alone in your thoughts how many others have stood where you stand, where you stand today? can you wait for me now to take off this crown to break all these vows don't you know? wait for me now the airs running out wait for me now a promise of safe return I delivered but the oceans were wider than I first guessed when roads disappeared I followed the rivers but somehow got in over my head so a deep breath I'm taking wait for me now to take off this crown to break all these vows don't you know? wait for me now the airs running out wait for me now a lost dream of what could have been a house on fire a tangled web the key turns to find the locks have changed in time to hear the back door slam a sound that to this day I can't forget the colors drain to black and gray wait for me now to take off this crown to break all these vows don't you know? wait for me now the airs running out wait for me now

wait for me

a GentlemEn's Coup the pain

disorder a cataclysmic dawn we trusted but something has gone wrong we bought in but woke to find it gone impact in 5-4-3-2. brace for fallout the radiation creeps on cats feet we scatter in the streets she asked me "do you think its safe to breathe?" it doesn't look that way to me we stormed the gates and raised new flags but it's just the same old story we seized the throne subjugate we should have burned it to the ground some might say we've lost our way but I believe we've not gone far enough afraid we cower to interests not our own the power to free or to control we let it slip through our fingers to the floor watch as the bodies wash ashore nobody lives here anymore we stormed the gates and raised new flags but it's just the same old story we seized the throne subjugate we should have burned it to the ground some might say we've lost our way but I believe we've not gone far enough how long will we fall for this?

This Is Letting Go
Once upon a time I could take anything I always stepped in time, regardless of the beat I moved my feet, I carried weight what I could not do I faked I DUG SEEKING TREASURE just to wake up in an early grave I stopped right then and said go on alone because I won't follow but this isn't giving up no, this is letting go OUT WITH THE OLD DREAMS I'VE BORROWED the path I carve from here on out will be my own this path will be my own this is the part where the needle skips and the chorus plays like a sink that drips a syllable repeating like a warning we aren't heeding until all of a sudden we notice it when the wheels brace and the tires grip a map we've been misreading a defeat we're not conceding until now there must be some other way out go on alone because I won't follow but this isn't giving up no, this is letting go OUT WITH THE OLD DREAMS I'VE BORROWED the path I carve from here on out will be my own this path will be my own

ENDGAME
the wind died the whole world ceased to move now so quiet her beating heart became a boom we locked eyes for just a moment or two she asked why I said, " I don't know why, I just know." go on alone because I won't follow but this isn't giving up no, this is letting go I made the most of all this sorrow I tried to brave this discontent but now I'm through I'm letting go of you on that day, they'll tell you that life hummed on with no clue the warning signs were all dismissed or shouted down so it goes the kings all failed to tell us the madmen failed to sell us on what would then become the only life we know were they burning signal fires to guide us to the fields? or building funeral pyres? the outcome of a final appeal the city lines are down the kerosene's run out the fracturing of all we relied upon lets shed this unclean skin and start to feel again because all the shoulders on which to cry are gone the paranoia gripped us the rain turned engines to rust the panic set in like a cancer to our hearts spreading through we bet on finite genius or prayed for gods to save us but there was no antidote disease tore us apart we left bodies in the fields so numb that we forgot how to feel the city lines are down the kerosene's run out the fracturing of all we relied upon lets shed this unclean skin and start to feel again because all the shoulders on which to cry are gone he looked at the fields and then his hands, "All i need is what i have." then shed a tear of happiness she watched the world crumble away "is this the end of yesterday?" "Lord, I hope so," is all he said gone are the old guards gone are the cold, cold wars weightless we go forth on wings of amnesty the city lines are down the kerosene's run out the fracturing of all we relied upon lets shed this unclean skin and start to feel again there are no shoulders shoulders to cry on now no more no more

PRODUCED BY BILL STEVENSON AND JASON LIVERMORE for the Blasting Room ENGINEERED BY JASON LIVERMORE, BILL STEVENSON, ANDREW BERLIN RECORDED AT THE BLASTING ROOM, FORT COLLINS, COLORADO ADDITIONAL PRODUCTION BYANDREW BERLIN MIXED BY CHRIS LORD-ALGE AT MIX LA, TARZANA, CA ASSISTED BY NIK KARPEN & KEITH ARMSTRONG ADDITIONAL ENGINEERING BY BRAD TOWNSEND AND ANDREW SHUBERT MASTERED BY TED JENSEN AT STERLING SOUND NY, NY BACKING VOCALS CHAD PRICE BACKING VOCALS ON Make It Stop (September's Children) MILES STEVENSON, MADDIE STEVENSON, STACIE STEVENSON & TESS YOUNG BACKING VOCALs ON MIdNIGHT HANDS MATT SKIBA CATCH-22 CLIP on Survivor Guilt PERFORMED BY ART GARFUNKEL AND MARCEL DALIO LICENSED THROUGH PARAMOUNT PICTURES. ALL SONGS WRITTEN AND PERFORMED BY RISE AGAINST ALL LYRICS BY TIM MCILRATH DO IT TO WIN MUSIC/SONY ATV/ASCAP RISE AGAINST IS TIM MCILRATH vocals/guitar JOE PRINCIPE bass/backing vocals BRANDON BARNES drums/backing vocals ZACH BLAIR guitar/backing vocals A&R THOM PANUNZIO A&R COORDINATOR EVAN PETERS MANAGeMENT MISSY WORTH FOR ARTISTIC LICENSE BOOKING CORRIE CHRISTOPHER INTERNATIONAL BOOKING AGENT MARLENE TSUCHII LEGAL STACY FASS MARKETING BRIAN FRANK MARKETING COORDINATOR KAVI HALEMANE CREATIVE IANTHE ZEVOS PHOTOgraphy EVAN HUNT ALBUM ARTWORK DINA HOVSEPIAN RISE AGAINST WOULD LIKE TO THANK ALL OUR FRIENDS, FAMILY AND ALL THE BANDS THAT WE HAVE PLAYED WITH.