The Chronicle

by Protagonist

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released April 12, 2009

Peter Marullo- Vocals
John Marullo- Guitar
Brian Forst- Guitar
Hazen Ziringer- Bass
Jeff Scott- Drums

Additional Musicians:

Tony Livadas- Strings (Track 11) Backing Vocals (Tracks 7 & 11)
Brian Trew – Violin (Track 11)
Alex Suarez (Guest Vocals on Tracks 4 & 5)
Ryan Loughney (Guest Vocals on Track 8)
Greg Boil (Guest Vocals on Track 10)

Gang Vocals:
Peter, Brian, Jeffy, Ryan Loughney, Shawn Kwederis, Greg Frontiero, Alex Mckenzie, David Barsoum

The Chronicle was recorded at Dae Dor Studios in Boca Raton Florida.
All Tracks engineered by Tony Livadas

The Chronicle was mixed by Jamie Woolford at Room Sound, Tempe, Az
The Chronicle was mastered by Derron at Crescendo Mastering in

Front and Back cover by Richard of Horsebites
Additional Artwork and Layout by Adam Wrong

All songs written by Protagonist except Track 10 by Protagonist and The Boils
All lyrics written by Peter Marullo and John Marullo except Track 10 By Peter Marullo and Greg Boil.

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Track Name: Play Hard, Play Fast, Play Together
We play hard.
We play fast.
We play together.
Track Name: Stargazers
Stargazers, lost children,
hold on so we never forget.
Star crossed, these lovers,
hold on so we never forget.
Breathe in your beauty
our eyes rip into the sky.
only when everything is lost,
is when you can truly begin.
Track Name: Light The Fuse
Light the fuse, to set ablaze
a trail of fire that leads
to the end of our days.
When these flames burn out,
I want to be remembered
by the words that I sing.
Words can be woven
to form picture perfect tapestries,
and our seams rip apart by personal tragedy.

I'm afraid of what lies ahead,
places I've gone, people I've met,
graves I've left unkept.

This is a chronicle of what was,
and of everything that could've been.
It's not always about the places you go,
it's about the people that you meet.
From this point on,
I'll forever be questioning and wondering,
searching and pondering.
What lies ahead: where do we go from here?

Every story has it's heartache,
and I'm a first hand witness to the loss of god.

Where do we go, where do we go,
where do we go from here?
The season's change, but I'm still here.
Track Name: 1095 Days
1095 days, I've walked such a bitter sweet road,
1095 days, so long til' I see you again.
I've got 1500 Miles wearing itself across my face,
not even 1500 Miles of stitches can sew me together again.
I know how these things play out,
and I know how these things always end.

Maybe this was just a phase, maybe I was just a phase.

I play this game of chess and I'd set myself on fire for you.
The season's babe they don't change here,
they never have and they never will.
I've got 1500 miles
of phone chord wrapping around my throat,
I've got 1000 golden daggers stabbing me in my soul.

On the receiving end of crying filled phone calls,
I didn't know what to say or do.
Your words might as well have been drenched in blood,
if you leave yourself open you just get torn apart.
I've got 1500 miles of writing these words just for you,
not even 1500 miles of phone chord can get me through to you.
I know how these things play out,
and I know how these things always end.
Your words might as well be drenched in blood,
if you leave yourself open you just get torn apart.

I play this game of chess and I'd make every move for you.
I play this game of chess
but tonight, tonight I'm stabbing all the queens.
All those nights in boca gardens, 1101 Commonwealth Avenue.
If I could let those nights take me I would and believe me,
If we were in the golden age you'd be my Katherine Hepburn
and I'd be your Spencer Tracy, you'd be my Katherine Hepburn.
And I'd endlessly burn for you, we're just the ghosts of boca winds
"how I dearly wish I was not here."

1095 days, we've walked such a bitter sweet road,
1095 days, so long til' I see you again.
I play this game of chess and I'd set myself on fire for you,
I play this game of chess, but tonight I'm stabbing all the queens.
Track Name: Vampires Only Come Out At Midnight
Driving wooden stakes through black hearts.
The clock strikes midnight,
the dye has been cast,
and the sun sets once again.
Broken records spin love songs till dawn,
press repeat on "Black Celebration"
it's the same old song and dance,
the needle scratches and the record skips.

Everything matters more to me,
I find the beauty in everything,
and I'm trying hard to let go,
our scars are here to remind us that our past was real.

Everything is quickly fading
and I don't want to sit here waiting,
for life to pass me by.
I want to be acquainted with the night,
and find the solemn places where I can hide.
Screaming to myself so loud,
the white blisters in my throat, they hold me back.
Can you hear me screaming?
Turning whispers into shouts.

And I write these songs hoping
my words will help me through the night;
pens are daggers and daggers swords,
I'm using ink as blood and I'm not the only one.
And the record skips, and the records skips,
standing here with this dagger in my hand.
The broken record skips and it tells me love is dead.

The sun has turned it's back on me once again.
Broken mirrors shed no reflections,
just imperfections.
These broken shards cut me up.

No one can see me;
I find the beauty in everything,
and I want you to know that I hate growing up,
and watching people come and go.
I'm counting angels as they fall.
Track Name: Tell Your Friends To Run
We are the ones, we're living inside of yesterday.
We are the ones, we're searching for a better way.
The days are getting longer,
and the nights won't seem to fucking end.
Stand with me and I promise you
we'll make it through the bitter end,
through the bitter end.

We haven't been cast away,
just hopelessly set adrift.
To sadder shores we sail,
in hopes of something better than this.

For all the January 24th kids,
with the sealed eye lids.
Living out their desperate days,
and endless nights of sadness.
There must be a place better than this.

Blazing through our yesterdays, and burning through tomorrows.
We gotta find a way outta this place,
by setting fire to today.
The last supper kids with the sutured dreams,
and the what could have beens,
and in the loudest moments of silence,
we fortify this dream.

[Chorus]

Kill the lights, fade to back.
Redefine happiness, rust never sleeps.
Take my hand and join me,
because you too come from a world
far more full of weeping than they can understand.
We are the ones, living inside of yesterday
We are the ones, and we're dreaming for,
our better days.
Track Name: IAMTHEGHOST
Some of us are holding on to a life
that doesn't want us anymore,
trapped in a world that forgot us years ago.
Forever I am destined to walk
this continuous path that has no ending.
And so I say a prayer for the living
because in this life when you leave,
you never come back.

Erase my face, take me from this lonely place.
This is not the path I chose, forever forsaken.
I am the ghost.

Searching for places that cease to exist,
and where I won't find any answers.
We're all just remnants of the past.
Some grow old and some die young,
the ones that die young are the fortunate ones.
And even though my eyes were left open,
they might as well be shut.

We're the never played symphonies
plagued with bitter sweet harmonies.
And our path is sung in the key of tragedy,
our existence is sung in the key of tragedy.

These twisted paintings hang
and the band plays on.
These twisted serpents
turn his sermon into song.
These twisted paintings hang,
and the band plays on.
These hallowed eyed ghosts;
they turn his sermon into,
they turn my sermon into,
they turn my sermon into song,
and the band plays on.
Track Name: We Move Ahead
And we set sail,
our ships crash through these waters.
From coast to coast we search,
we strive to find new land.

This is our destiny,
this is where we have landed.
We are the tortured souls,
we're the ones the world will never know.

We don't look back, we move ahead.

To look back, to think back,
only created libraries of suffering.

We are the tortured souls,
we're the ones the world will never know.
We're the last of a dying breed,
give us soil we will plant the seed.

We trudge through the bitter cold,
with night fire we pave the way.
We're on the dawn of a new day.

We don't look back we move ahead.
Track Name: Attack!
These words are our oath,
These words give us strength.
We're the ones that will leave our mark.
Like wolves in the night, we bite and attack.
This thing of ours will be forever changing,
as long as young turks keep trying to push us out.
We must choose this life before anything,
when double crossed,
we'll bring a knife through the heart.

And if I betray this oath,
Then I shall burn like these saints.
Track Name: From Florida To Philadelphia
Indian summer sky, let's set the fucking stage.
Three months to remember,
or lose'em in a drunken haze.
We hit every city on the coast that'll host us;
to a skate park in Pompano,
to West Palm and Ft. Lauderdale.

If everyday was like this,
and every night was like this,
then I would want to live forever.
These days, these nights,
friendly flames that form one light.
We live by the choices we make,
we share a bond that will never....

This is where you are,
and that place from which you come.
We'll come again and come again and come again,
so let it fucking go.

From South Beach to South Street,
from Philadelphia,
together there is no way we can lose.

I'm on fire T'm wired and wide awake,
and I ain't never going back to sleep.
As long as we can make this last,
I ain't never going back.

This is where you are,
and that place from which you come.
We'll come again and come again and come again,
so let it fucking go.
Track Name: The Winter Fire
Today I walked away from something
that could've been m destiny.
Some paint pink skies while others dwell in darkness.
I put on the face of forgetting,
just like the skill of letting go,
of the greatest dream I ever had.

Here we burn, chasing our stars,
We walk the road no matter how far.

These ghosts will forever haunt my dreams,
and it's in my sleep.
When I recall the days of yesteryear,
the past seven years finally become clear.

My heart burns there too, a part of me died with you.

On December 16th 1992 the calendar stopped,
and I'm trapped forever screaming myself to sleep
"this is the longest winter I've ever known."
I put on the face of forgetting,
just like the skill of letting go,
of the greatest dreams I've ever had.

Here we burn, chasing our stars,
we walked a road no matter how far.

I put on the face of forgetting,
just like the skill of letting for of;
the greatest dream I ever had,
the greatest dream I ever had,
the shortest dream I ever had,
the greatest dream, the shortest dream I ever had.

This is for the ladies in black,
and for the sons of fire.
If your lost and alone don't be afraid,
because I too am still searching.
To resist is to dream, to dream is to believe,
and I still believe.
Track Name: Charge (The Chronicle)
Why did you trade your heroes for ghosts,
as you slammed your fist against the post?
We charge the mountain top to dance our last dance.
Sometimes in this life
your first chance might be your last.
If you look into these destined eyes,
you'll see a soul that never sleeps.

There will always be an urge to look back;
at the repository of what was,
and the dreams that could have been.

The chronicle continues on,
some things are more than just a phase.
These words become immortal
guiding us through the dark and somber days.
I've seen friendships fail and I've seen my heroes fall.
When we watched others get left behind
We answered the call

Some say this is a part of growing old,
I say you suckers are too easy to give in.

I still remember those nights
playing anthems of hope and rage.
When we played hard, we played fast, we played together.
You never know the road until you walk the road alone.
They see a broken kid, I see a broken world,
how can we sustain all this hope and rage?

Did you trade your heroes for ghosts,
as you slammed your fists against the post?
We don't sing swan songs,
We don't bow at curtain calls.

The chronicle continues on,
some things are more than just a phase.
Those nights will live forever,
they mean more to me than anything.
We rise up through these ruins
and build our brand new castles.
Only when everything is lost
is when you can truly begin.