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"Messengers" by August Burns Red, which was released in 2007 and consists of 11 songs.
An American Dream
Suffocation. Suffocate with no room to breath.
Forgive us for 'now' is too late.
This is not an American dream.
This is no longer an American dream. We're trying to breath underwater.
The few, the proud, no longer sing their song.
One nation under God, it's us against the world.
We've cut the tongue from society, forcing consumption, never hearing "no."
We've brainwashed our children to believe this is destiny.
Spoiled rotten, still counting their 1, 2, 3's.
Forgive us for 'now' is too late.
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.
You've fallen captive to what you thought would save you,
What you thought would clean your slate.
You're in the thick of it now and you have swallowed the hook.
What's done is done.
We'll continue on with or without you.
Pain must exist in order for healing to survive.
Neither one will ever serve their purpose alone.
You've fallen in love with a dream you've never had.
You've fallen in love with a surreal way of living.
To late to wake, farewell and good luck to you.
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 all happened so fast
Speeding off into the distance
That night I wish you could have taken control
To steer clear from your last breath (your last breath)
Such a short 18 years (x2)
Oxygen is escaping
Your fate is embracing (x2)
I trust in you for life to live, and air to breath.
Purity fills my lungs.
I no longer live in solitude.
No longer bound.
My heart beats with great devotion.
This is the start to a new beginning.
On my knees praying for mercy.
Hands raised high, humble and broken. Wanting your grace.
Wanting your security.
Memories of laying facedown, motionless, with such a hollow feeling inside.
All these ideas keep swimming, running through your head.
Quick, we'll drown them with this fix.
The dose to stop your shaking, the one to silence your voice.
Just take it and you'll be fine.
Calm, relaxed, obedient, just the way we want you.
Your thoughts are ours to manipulate.
Your actions are ours to control.
Your opinions are a thing of the past,
So tilt your head back and swallow this.
You've become a real team player, a real class act.
The Blinding Light
The fear is what shelters them.
It's what shades their eyes and muffles their ears.
Keep them inside.
Lock them up in a closet known as home.
In here no one can find them.
In here no one can fill them with filth.
They were born with the silverware clenched in their teeth,
And so help us, they will die with it too.
None of them will make anything of themselves.
They don't need their own lives.
The Eleventh Hour
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.
Up Against The Ropes
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.
This building is barely standing on it's own foundation.
I've collapsed it's lungs, calloused it's heart
And sucked the life out of this for all of Sunday to see.
I've taken the breath out of everything they believe, everything they hold true.
Preaching to the deaf and blind, no one sees my effort.
No one gets the point. Welcome to my dying home.
Welcome inside these crumbling walls.
A meaningless handshake greets them all with smiles of false hope.
Do I even care as I watch a sea of people dwindling into an audience of skin and bones
An audience who doesn't have the strength to walk out
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