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By August Burns Red, Don’t you understand me?
This cloud over my head is not
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By August Burns Red, Do I dare question it?
This world is ending with countless
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By August Burns Red, Currently holding that tongue.
Let’s just see what happens.
Sky is red
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By August Burns Red, Suffocation. Suffocate with no room to breath.
Forgive us for ‘now’
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By August Burns Red, Convictions to the back burner.
Remembering what’s really important isn’t so
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By August Burns Red, Then all silence is removed from the last room
with
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By August Burns Red, Chaos brings order.
Who will you allow to lead you blindly
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By August Burns Red, You’ve fallen captive to what you thought would save you,
what
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By August Burns Red, Shake it off.
Pick yourself up, they say.
Your life fell apart
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By August Burns Red, A front seat to your own flick,
if only you could
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By August Burns Red, I used to be so young and invincible. The
mistakes
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By August Burns Red, Just take it in stride.
One breath and I think I
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By August Burns Red, This hollow feeling, the knowledge that
you exist amidst your
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By August Burns Red, Blooming into a fight for glory, we will rise above.
We
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By August Burns Red, This plane’s going down in flames, and this
time there’s
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By August Burns Red, This ship is sinking, deeper and deeper.
We’ve abandoned this
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By August Burns Red, This moment will to pass us by.
It’s this notion
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By August Burns Red, He who survives the sword will find favor in
the
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By August Burns Red, Time and time again, will his knowledge lead his aggression?
You
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By August Burns Red, Everything looks the same. It’s all so wa-
tered down.
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By August Burns Red, Bite your tongue until it bleeds. This pain is
worth
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By August Burns Red, See yourself to the exit. We can’t afford to
watch
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By August Burns Red, I trust in you for life to live, and air
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By August Burns Red, Your due date is up.
Don't make comments on irrelevant subjects.
There
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By August Burns Red, All these ideas keep swimming, running through your head.
Quick, we’ll
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By August Burns Red, The fear is what shelters them.
It’s what shades their eyes
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By August Burns Red, We’ve heard the sound that ears bleed to hear.
The sound
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By August Burns Red, Open your closed mind. Close your open
mouth. You’re pushing
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By August Burns Red, Soft memories of a life well lived.
I'm thinking back and
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By August Burns Red, I can no longer tell the days from the nights.
The