Protest The Hero - She Who Mars The Skin Of Gods + LYRICS

It's reading week!  You know what that's time for!  A week at home where I should be writing about Lenin ("John?" my brother asks), but instead I'll probably be shopping around for a new phone and lying around in pajamas.  Yes.  But I will blog every day (aside from yesterday), as I am not distracted by class and everything else in the city.  Today, I thought, why not revisit a not-so-old favourite?  PTH.  Obvs.  Now for the back story.  My love affair with Protest The Hero began when I listened to "Sequoia Throne," a fantastic track included in the now-defunct Big Shiny Tunes series.  I immediately went to the nearest Best Buy to acquire the band's first two albums, Kezia and Fortress.  From Kezia, a wonderful concept album (if not the best) comes signature PTH, in the form of "She Who Mars The Skin Of Gods."

I will not reference lyrics here; instead include them all at the end of this post.  "She Who Mars..." is the perfect combination of shred-your-face-off-guitars and Mr. Walker's wondrous wail of a voice.  He can haunt my dreams through song anytime.  I, for one, think it's the vocals that really make the track.  The variance.  The high notes.  Everything.  This is perfection in song.  It's also as catchy as hell, thanks to the guitars.  You're going to feel the need to know every second, every word, every note.  Why not?  So here are the words to this masterpiece.  You'll need them.

"Kezia, my darling, please never forget this world's got the substance of a frozen summer silhouette,"
Said my mother through lips that were cracked with love and toil
before she added, "the warmest of blankets is six feet of soil"
She wore perfume called Pride that smelled a lot more like Shame
So when she walked into the room I was sleeping, heard her curse my father's name;
It was our situation, our position, our gender to blame

It was the lonely grey of my father's eyes staring back in the mirror's frame
It was the lonely grey of my father's eyes staring back in the mirror's frame

Mother oh mother, I'm shaking while I write
tonight I'll stay awake and try to breathe away my fright
Mother oh mother, I'm shaking while I write
tonight I'll stay awake and try to breathe away my fright
There's a letter waiting for me, that I have yet to read
There's a letter waiting for me, that I have yet to read
Cuz I know it's not from you
you're the only one I need, you're the only one I need
I'm tired and I'm cold and I want to go to bed
But there's no one here to tuck me in, so the shotgun will instead
I'm tired I'm cold, but this shot gun will instead
(I want to go to bed I want to go to bed) I want to
No one here to tuck me in so this shot gun will