-bands head to metalcore Christmas music-
Thank you ABR! :D
-bands head to metalcore Christmas music-
Thank you ABR! :D
IT’S CHRISTMASSSSSS!!!! :DDDDDDDD
LISTEN TO SOME ABR INSTRUMENTAL AND LOVE IT!
LOVE IT NOW!
Is this idolatry?

What about this?

Is this idolatry?

Even this?

Honest question. Is it? O_O
I feel that sometimes (and I’m guilty of this as well) that we place a greater importance over the band than we do our own faith. I can sit there and pound my head to all the Christian metal I can… I can literally go all day… but then… it’s getting to a point now where it’s just music. Do I actually act on my faith like I should? Do I get into my God and his word?
No.
I have no problem getting into the band. Checking for new albums, downloading new songs, and seeing where they’re playing next.
But then… I rarely find myself checking out my God and where he is in my life and the lives of others…
So is this idolatry? Or just poor focus?
August Burns Red — Redemption
Arguably one of their best songs.
I’ve thrown away all of my outside distractions.
I’m diving headfirst to chase a dream that I won’t let go.
It’s worthless - a waste of time.
This goal is out of reach. You better fall back in line.
This is what I need. You are what I need.
I need motivation to prove you wrong, and I will prove you wrong.
What makes you think that you are different?
How can you chase these dreams? They’ve become a chore.
I know I’m close. I’m almost there.
Just a little more, and I will prevail through what you call “ignorance”.
I will prevail.
Now I’ve chased this dream to do what I love, and I wouldn’t trade it for a thing.
Now I’ve chased this dream and I made it out alive. I wouldn’t trade it for a thing.
I threw away what naysayers say,
and started on a race that I had to win for myself.
And you proved me wrong, you proved me wrong.
All I’ve learned is teaching me more. All I know is driving me on.
All I’ve learned is teaching me more. All I know is driving me on.
August Burns Red — Carpe Diem
Sometimes I need to hit a little harder.
Sometimes I need to speak a little quieter.
I made you carry the casket of an innocent man
When it should have been me.
It should have been me.
Oh God, I’m speaking to you.
You said we are redeemed.
Oh God, I’m speaking to you.
You said we are set free. You said.
You are the captor of originality. You are the thief of authenticity.
Respect is something that you’ll never see. Everything you write all sounds the same.
You’re forsaken. Forsaken on this mountain. The bridges have turned to ash.
This is your final hour. This is your great fall.
You won’t make it out alive, so say your dearest goodbyes.