Reckoning - August Burns Red, Spencer Chamberlain: текст песни id 108355051

Who am I?

Flying blind

Scorching heat, black skies

Dark shadows asking "Who am I?"

Left behind, pushed aside

I need order in the chaos when I'm flying blind

I know the way (You better pray)

I've done enough (You won't measure up)

Looked down upon by the masses

Unending streams of ruined dreams

Empty accolades feel like razor blades

Leaving me wanting more

Never sure of my standing

My trembling feet can't find the floor

No matter what I do

I feel I have something to prove

In a world where right and wrong don't belong

There is no sense of what is justified

The higher I climb the further I fall

The hand that held me then now holds me down

Judgement day means reckoning for you

Give me your time

Sit down and talk

No one to point the blame when no one's at fault

My disaster began when I looked up

On that day, all I've done

My disaster began when I looked up

I was both compelled and condemned

I struggle so hard

I do my best

How can I find a single solitary day of rest

Is it what you've done, or what you'll do in me

I need to know so I will find peace

Belief is believing what you cannot see

Giving all you've got out of all that you need

Endless arguments with myself

All that remains is the shame

There's no case to be made

Punched into total darkness

If what I've done imprisons me

Then your will sets me free

The villages are crumbling down

Making right what's wrong won't make the lost found

There's an arbiter

No one escapes

The standard we have for others will be our fate

I'll swallow down the words you serve me graciously

I've done this all before

I'll hold it all inside until I break away

I'm tearing down the door

The fear cannot contain us all

I'll make the cut just deep enough to sting

I just wanna break free

Rip your claws from my side

I won't just die quietly while you prey on the innocent

I will break free

The reckoning won't bring you hope

Death below on a tightrope

Take your hands off your life

It won't consume you

The altar will give you life and not kill you

I set my sights on the impossible

Endless debt making grace unstoppable