Uploaded May 2019 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago
From the EP "Rise & Fall" out now on Facedown Records.
Merch - facedown.merchnow.com/collections/American-Arson
Spotify - open.spotify.com/album/73TXXJbAarMqBSqzssIfKt?si=BTK6lcL8S5aUfh-DyH6oBw
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Lyrics
Fall, fall, fall, and every time I… Fall, fall, fall, and every time I…
Fall, fall, fall, and every time I… Fall, fall, fall, and every time I…
Oh what a brilliant deception we have wrought, believing ourselves to be self-made.
The boot prints on the shoulders of the giants that we perch upon now faded and forgotten.
“It’s business,” we say, and leave the bodies in our wake, too ignorant and arrogant to notice our mistakes. And the higher we stack our pretension… the further it has to fall.
Well I’ve sat atop that high-handed pile of filth and watched my imperious lungs swell will pompous pride. And I’ve taken my place at the bottom of the heap, where I’ve had my bones used as a step-ladder for men I counted as friends.
(When I fall, oh…)
So forgive me for the times I couldn’t see the forest through the twisted branches of my own conceit, for I know now that I am but a sapling, sheltered on every side by mighty, unshakeable oaks.
See how I’ve landed, broken beneath the trees. I know you’ll pick me up again.
Safe in the branches, towering over me. I know you’ll pick me up again.
From the EP "Rise & Fall" out now on Facedown Records.
Merch - facedown.merchnow.com/collections/American-Arson
Spotify - open.spotify.com/album/73TXXJbAarMqBSqzssIfKt?si=BTK6lcL8S5aUfh-DyH6oBw
iTunes - geo.itunes.apple.com/us/album/rise-fall-single/1455797288?app=itunes&at=10l7e8
Lyrics
Fall, fall, fall, and every time I… Fall, fall, fall, and every time I…
Fall, fall, fall, and every time I… Fall, fall, fall, and every time I…
Oh what a brilliant deception we have wrought, believing ourselves to be self-made.
The boot prints on the shoulders of the giants that we perch upon now faded and forgotten.
“It’s business,” we say, and leave the bodies in our wake, too ignorant and arrogant to notice our mistakes. And the higher we stack our pretension… the further it has to fall.
Well I’ve sat atop that high-handed pile of filth and watched my imperious lungs swell will pompous pride. And I’ve taken my place at the bottom of the heap, where I’ve had my bones used as a step-ladder for men I counted as friends.
(When I fall, oh…)
So forgive me for the times I couldn’t see the forest through the twisted branches of my own conceit, for I know now that I am but a sapling, sheltered on every side by mighty, unshakeable oaks.
See how I’ve landed, broken beneath the trees. I know you’ll pick me up again.
Safe in the branches, towering over me. I know you’ll pick me up again.
