Dies is a surname, and may refer to:
In Roman mythology Dies ("day") was the personification of day, and the Roman counterpart of the Greek goddess Hemera, the daughter of Nox (Night) and Scotus (Darkness).
She is the goddess of the daytime and, according to Hesiod, the daughter of Erebus and Nyx (the goddess of night). Hemera is remarked upon in Cicero's De Natura Deorum, where it is logically determined that Dies (Hemera) must be a god, if Uranus is a god. The poet Bacchylides states that Nyx and Chronos are the parents, but Hyginus in his preface to the Fabulae mentions Chaos as the mother/father and Nyx as her sister.
She was the female counterpart of her brother and consort, Aether (Light), but neither of them figured actively in myth or cult. Hyginus lists their children as Uranus, Gaia, and Thalassa (the primordial sea goddess), while Hesiod only lists Thalassa as their child.
Joshua S. Porter, better known by his stage name Josh Dies (born June 12, 1983) is an American singer, songwriter, musician and novelist. Porter is widely known as the vocalist and songwriter for the band Showbread. His debut novel, The Spinal Cord Perception, was released in December 2006 and features a dark, postmodern style similar to Chuck Palahniuk, Bret Easton Ellis, and many other Generation X novelists. Besides several other novels, he has also authored a children's book.
Porter and Showbread also started "Raw Rock Missions," an organization designed to provide food and shelter for orphans and children with special needs.
In 1997, Porter began working with brother Patrick Porter creating and evolving the band Showbread, which became a full-time international touring act in 2002. In 2004, following several independent albums, Showbread released No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical, featuring music and lyrics written by Porter, and arranged and completed by him and his band mates. No Sir... expectantly failed to achieve commercial success. However, it was rewarded by Revolver Magazine to be the best Screamo album of the year, and Showbread’s already respectable and rabid fan base was propelled by the thousands.
When I look beneath me, I see you
I see you in a ditch
The brain inside the skull is dead
A lifeless, lazy twitch
This shows you what's inside of me.
When I look beneath you I see myself
Twitching, spasmodic, on fire
I want to think of you under my shoe
But as I think I sink in the mire
To lift myself above out of this pit
Is more than I can do
To be what I'm supposed to be means not to spit on you
This shows you what's inside of me (x4)
There are so many things that destroy the brain
Indulge in not one but all,
Anything to dull the senses,
Anything to turn walk to crawl
Because to cease to think is to cease to care
And caring means thinking and more
Tedious is thought, and thus
Rot the thought at its core
When you take a drink you insult the retarded
A burden they begrudgingly bear
They were born into their condition,
You drink to follow them there