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August Burns Red
August Burns Red


Информация
Откуда Manheim, Pennsylvania, United States
Жанры Metalcore
Годы 2002—н.в.
Лейблы Solid State Records
Сайт Website
Состав
Jake Luhrs
JB Brubaker
Brent Rambler
Dustin Davidson
Matt Greiner
Бывшие участники
Jon Hershey
Josh McManness
Jordan Tuscan



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Альбом August Burns Red


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28.09.2010
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Intro

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Convictions to the back burner. Remembering what's really important isn't so important after all.
Gather all your possessions, and smile because you've got it all.
Still that empty feeling won't go away. Your puzzle's missing one very essential piece, and I know you'll keep looking in all the wrong places until it's too late.
Slip on the ice again.
When did you become so cold?
Living for the here and now never made so much sense.
You think you've got all the time in the world, but this could all be ending now. How far down will you go before it's too late?
Slipping on the ice again, you've become so cold.
Lucky for you rock bottom is in sight.
Your wake up call is set for now, and the trail you have followed has come all the way to the end.
I just hope you survive the crash.

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Push your controlling values aside, and dissect your own life.
It's not about my beliefs. It's about personal choice.
It breaks your heart to see me consume, but it shatters mine to see people follow you.
Ask me to be blameless. You ask me to be blameless.
You ask me to be blameless, but who are you to decide what's right?
Don't say another word. Don't say another word.
You've crossed the line. Don't say another word.
You've crossed the line. Don't say another word.
You've crossed the line. Don't say another word.
You've crossed the line.
Let's go...
I won't hesitate to put you in your place.
You are the straw that's crushing my back.
You ask me to be blameless.
You ask me to be blameless, but who are you to decide what's right?
Don't say another word...
However, I thank you for this pen and ink ammunition.
Thank you for the inspiration.
You're the straw that's crushing my back.
You are the salt that's burning my wounds.
You're the straw that's crushing my back.
You are the salt that's burning my wounds.
You're the straw that's crushing my back.
You are the salt that's burning my wounds

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Open those eyes.
Wake from peace.
Orders are some favorite color.
Same old same old is their battle cry.
Why don't we keep searching for a new flavor?
Our hearts have become a routine.
Worthy kings have broken backs for nothing.
Unless we cherish all with pride,
the lines on our face will turn into canyons of sorrow instead of hope.
They didn't die from the cold without but they died from the cold within.
And I just can't stop denying that our brothers are in miserable pain.
Stop short.
Lend a hand and break the chains of regularity that you lean so closely upon.
Your little Suburbia is in ruins.
Tear down all the assumptions you hold, for I guarantee they are false.
Sometimes the best feeling may be the one that kills

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We've heard the sound that ears bleed to hear.
The sound of a place the entire universe awaits.
A passion so powerful that walls crumble to their foundations.
Here the strongest fall to their knees.
The lost find their way back home, but the masses buy what will make them rich, feasting on lies, chasing their tails.
Truth be told, they'll get what they were promised.
Crawling away, burning with regret, to the deepest, darkest depths of Hell.
We got news for you.
The day is soon coming when turning your back won't be an option.
Keep telling yourself what you really don't believe.
You can compromise what you know to be true, and you can turn off all of your senses, but in the end you'll see nothing stands between a man and his maker.
No matter what it's your decision.
This isn't something you could do alone. Give up, give in no matter what, it's your decision.

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This moment will too pass us by.
It's this notion inside all of us to prioritize through our selfish eyes.
To be the bull behind the rampage, the reason for all the riot.
We'll feed our flame before wasting time on everyone else's, with more problems and less pride.
We'll feed our flame before wasting time on everyone else's, the gallows were not supposed to look like this.
Oh God, we live in misery, lying here in desperation.
We need you here more than anything right now...right now.
If everything's relative, then why the emptiness in our souls?
If everything's relative, then why the emptiness in our souls?
Trying to untie the knot we thought we were untying our entire lives, we're busied up and burnt out..
Everyone together, we will strengthen ourselves.
Everyone together, we will strengthen ourselves.
Everyone together, we will strengthen ourselves.
We will.... Because now we know you won't ever fly fast enough to make time stand still.
You won't ever fly fast enough to make time stand still.
Stop, listen, and learn. Stop, listen, and learn.
You won't ever fly fast enough to make time stand still.
Stop, listen, and learn.
You won't ever fly fast enough to make time stand still.
Stop, listen, and learn.
You won't ever fly fast enough to make time stand still.
Stop, listen, and learn.
You won't ever fly fast enough to make time stand still.
Stop, listen, and learn.

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Allow what's done to preach new insight to your life.
Hindsight is perfect vision.
The past is easiest to see.
Clear a path, Stand aside.
We're carrying the torch now,
There's no stopping us.
You think you're everything to everyone.
Go ahead, Partake in it,Justify it. Become engulfed in it.
It will eat you alive.
This is not a one way road,
You're headed for the dead end.
You might think you're everything to everyone.
Well pardon me if I intrude.
You're not a perfect man in a perfect world, Look at where your ignorance has brought you.
All this will be buried.
Like the fall of Rome, you will come crashing down.
The truth hurts, but denial's what will kill you.
All that you loved, all that you treasure, will pass with time.
Blinded by the inability to see beyond flesh and blood.
Shifting blame with a log in your eye. Insisting that a string tied to your limbs is what's to blame.

Suck it up and bite the bullet.

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This ship is sinking, deeper and deeper.
We've abandoned this vessel and left the captain for dead.
Waves thirst for our passing. Waves thirst for our passing.
Prepare for the struggle. Prepare to engage.
Our armor tight to the skin, this shield it bears His name.
We are strapped to the teeth, but our swords are lodged tightly in our throats.
We are going under.
We cannot swim under these conditions.
We're drowning quicker and quicker.
We cannot swim, we cannot swim, we can't swim under these conditions.
We are drowning quicker and quicker.
We cannot swim, we cannot swim under these conditions....
We have become what we have feared (We have become what we have feared), being one with this world.
We've become one with this world.
Yeah...
Pray for Heaven's titans to rain down, and spare us the pain.
We're going under. We're going under.
Pray for Heaven's titans to rain down, and spare us the pain.
We're going under. We're going under.
Under, under, under, under...

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You are infatuated, with what consumes you.
Put the victim on the front lines, and left for dead.
Stop acting like there's no other option, but to let the waves carry you away.
Can you hold the water responsible for your wayward behavior.
Anymore then it blames you for it's gripping currents.
Erase the proof but your shame will remain.
Your mind is the mountain before you.
Will you always need someone to hold your hand, and talk you through the nights shadows.
It's so much easier to fight this war when you're the last in line.
Can you hold the water responsible for its wayward behavior anymore then it blames you for it's gripping currents.
What will you become, what will become of you.
Your mind is the mountain before you.
You've reached the summit, now transcend the skies.

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This hollow feeling,
The knowledge that you exist
Amidst your insecurities.
Cover up only to coward out,
And never shutting up
Only to never speak aloud.
Have you dried up entirely?

The walls of a church don't make it holy.
It's what's authentic that completes the sum of it's parts.
Don't excuse yourself from today on the pretense of your past.

You're hurt. You're broken. That's alright.
This might be what it takes to wake you up...

Are you at your wits end yet? [4x]

The walls of a church don't make it holy.
Security isn't glitzy or glamorous, concrete or cohesive.
Therein lies the truth.
Lift your head up high...

It's what we know we aren't, that makes us who we are. [2x]

You're hurt. You're broken. That's alright.
That makes us who we are (who we are).
You're hurt. You're broken. That's alright.
That makes us who we are.

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The people who survive the sword will find favor in the desert. [Jeremiah 31:2]
I will build you up again and you will be rebuilt. [Jeremiah 31:4]
I am the painter making this mess a masterpiece.
I will rebuild you up again

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Don’t you understand me?
This cloud over my head is not okay.
There are things that I need to get done.
The burden I have been carrying is not my idea of fun,
and it doesn’t give you permission to take a shot below the belt.
We have so little time, let’s not spend it in anger.
I am in the deep end and can’t find air.
I am throwing punches with a blindfold on.
Stop riding my tail with your high beams on, because I may just brake suddenly.
I would rather not explode – that’s your job.
I’m stuck in between two worlds in a maze of dreams and thoughts.
What a bittersweet symphony life is,
but I wouldn’t have it any other way

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Pushed up against the ropes, you wouldn't last another round.
I never wished for you to suffer like this.
You would not listen.
We will survive, the strong, the fortunate, the never ending.
We will survive through thick and thin. Looking in the mirror, seeing a trouble reflection.
This is our darkest hour.
Remember what you said when we waved our goodbyes.
We're all dead in the end, so live life while you can.
You've abandoned me.
You've abandoned all of us.
We've forgiven you, so forgive yourself.
I have little sympathy for this divorce story.
Stand in front of the jury, with no happy ending.

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Shake it off. Pick yourself up, they say. Your life fell apart in your hands, and you've got the scars to prove it. It's not the first time, and they're getting deeper. Pull it together. Button up your shirt. Roll down those sleeves. Don't let them see how you've coped. More and more your demeanor looks like quicksand. It seems like your giving up on everything you worked for. It's pulling you under. It's gripping around your throat. Life can be overwhelming, but don't turn your back on the strongest crutch you've ever. They have always been there to brace your fall. Wave goodbye to the past. You've got your whole life to lead. It's time to gain some ground.

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I can no longer tell the days from the nights.
The moon glows an eerie red and I could swear it was covered in blood.
Something big is going to happen
something so big it could forever change the world.
What have you all done?
What have you all become?
A people more concerned with the temporary pleasures of this world
rather than your own eternal salvation?
I am now convinced that this is the end.
As I raise my head towards the heavens
to take one last look at the moon, the stars begin to fall

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