Salt & Light
(via summer-of-1964)
You’re living for today, but your future is looking bleak. One day it’ll all come crashing down.
Nothing lasts forever. You’ve only planned for the here and now.
I said: Nothing lasts forever. Live fast, die young.
Live fast and die young. It’s what’s ahead, but just remember:
slow and steady wins the race, so pick your head up and keep your mouth shut.
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.
You are Goliath standing firm in your light. We are David and you’re in our sights.
You are Goliath standing firm in your light. We are David and you’re in our sights.
Your dreams have come true. Have you forgotten the reason why?
Life, death, dreams, wealth - nothing lasts forever.
Greed, envy, gluttony will amount to nothing. Nothing lasts forever.
The earth is about to quake. The earth is about to quake. The earth is about to quake.
Brace for impact. Run for the hills. Brace for impact. It’s a long way home.
Brace for impact. Run for the hills. You’ll surely end here.
Goliath, we’re screaming your name. Goliath, we’re coming for you.
August Burns Red — 40 Nights
I seriously love August Burns Red. I’m afraid to say they may be replacing Thousand Foot Krutch as my favorite band ever. (forgive me TFK) But all their songs are lyrically amazing and hold so much more weight. I can feel the emotion in their singer. They have a point to make and they want to make it well. It’s beautiful.
Now I’m not getting all sappy dramatic here. But it just seriously is beautiful.
And of all the ABR songs, I’ve had the hardest time picking a favorite. You have those weeks where you hear one song by your favorite band and then the lyrics in that one just define something really well. There was a while where I was extremely pissed at my ex-girlfriend, because she was raising hell with all my other friends, and that raised hell in me. You don’t screw around with my friends. I will come after you.
And so for the longest time, I was hooked on “Leveler” (the song, not album) by ABR, because it made me think of her. It made me think of what a big fat lie our relationship ended up being, and how much she was against me and what I truly stood for.
There’s just a song for every situation. And they’re not afraid to voice their angers on and against all the hardest parts of the world. All the yucky stuff about being a Christian. The stuff alot of Christians want to ignore. They talk about it all. They preach the end, and they preach the pain, they preach REALITY!
What is reality anymore? We’re all so stuck trying to be fake. Trying to be what society demands of us. It makes me sick. I don’t want to be fake. I don’t want people to make expectant judgements of me. That’s not me. They don’t know me. They have no idea who I am.
All I want is reality. All I want is the truth! (<=== ABR quote right there)
And the truth is so freaking hard to find anymore…
It’s depressing.
ANYWAY. Speaking of the truth. My whole original point of this post was merely to state that “Truth of a Liar” off of August Burns Red’s Messengers album was perhaps my favorite among all their songs, if I had to pick one.
I guess I ended up ranting about how much their music means to me and real life though. XD
woops…. XP
It’s all true though. I always thought TFK was the band that got me, but now I see such a deeper heart to ABR. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older.
But I’m tired of standing by. I do not lie when I proclaim I’m a warrior for Christ. I will fight for what I believe and I will fight to defend the ones I love.
Every force of hell, every doubter, every intellectual, every judge, hater, deceiver, and liar can come after me. I will not fear you. I stand in the army of God, and you have all lost.
Face me, and by the end of our battle, you will be destroyed.
Those are not my boasts. That is the boast of God.
That is someone you will never prove wrong.
“Long Live The King!”
Speedy shutting up.
Show our eyes true color. We want to hear the trumpet roar…
We want to hear the trumpet roar… with words that trample the pagan’s cavalry.
Pummel the darkness with the light.
Hand in hand, side by side, we will march with full force.
With your words from our throats we will march with full force.
Words that will shake the earth and boil the seas,
trample the bones of the living dead as they roam the streets alone.
We go marching on. Let the trumpets roar. (Go…)
I’m the harbinger, not the author of these timeless words.
Led by the Comforter I sing to you.
And if my throat were to be cut from ear to ear, I hope that these words
would carry on in these songs that I pray you sing one day.
We sing for you. We sing for you. We sing for you. We sing for you.
We sing for you. We sing for you. We sing for you. We sing for you.
August Burns Red — Salt & Light
A star can’t be seen unless all the sky decides to be dark.
Every drop of a waterfall rushes on towards the end.
This melody will move us. This song will lead us on. Reverence is revival. This town is reborn.
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Closed off, we wake from the dusk… (the dusk)
only to step out into open air, just to see the same clouds opening. (Yahh)
Into open air… only to step out…
If this is a place people dream of, (people dream of)
insomnia is the only cure - the only antidote.
You’ve been deceived into thinking this is the perfect life.
It’s an illusion to your perception. You’ve been deceived.
I wish time was still ancient so I could bridge the gap (bridge the gap)
between here, between there, between you and I. (between you and I)
Frustration is setting in. I am seeing red. (I’m seeing red)
This blessing is a curse. I am seeing red. (I am seeing red)
Counting all the things that I took for granted. Counting down the days.
Watching the clock as it just stands still… to just sail away, sail away, sail away.
Waiting for the morning that takes me home, that takes me home, to take me home.
This bittersweet dream that I dreamt. Oh Pangaea.
All of this is worth every penny - every cent.
I would give back everything just to be back… back home.
This is a bittersweet dream I’ve dreamt. Oh Pangaea, where have you gone?
I’m at all four corners of this world. Oh Pangaea, what have you done?
This is a bittersweet dream I’ve dreamt. Oh Pangaea, where have you gone?
I’m at all four corners of this world. Pangaea, what have you done?
August Burns Red — Pangaea
Don’t let the tears of agony consume your heart.
Let it beat on in hopes and dreams of a new start.
No one knows the weight on your shoulders.
No one knows the burdens you bare. These thoughts won’t stop.
It’d be so easy to take the easy way out. It’d be so easy to take the easy way out.
Compassion is a beautiful thing, so show some for yourself.
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