ALBUM REVIEW: August Burns Red – Death Below
We built our truth on top of all these lies. I still see the good in life.
We built our truth on top of all these lies. I still see the good in life.
Is there hope through the suffering?
In the garden of your mind, hatred grows and dissonance calls your name.
Do you miss the days we spent in the sun?
We blossom in the infinite and we’ve still got our hands wrapped around their necks.
We don’t have time. Time has us.
I want to know, how you dare to play the victim?
I can’t seem to recollect how I felt before it began.
The drug consumed our minds. Do we even exist when we feel alive?