August Burns Red

A front seat to your own flick
If only you could see how much your emotions waver
Words are flowing from your mouth at lightning speed
They?re packing heat and are ready to kill

Cry, frown, hit, yell
Let?s watch where it takes you
You really don?t have it that bad
Try looking through the glass of beauty

It will show you the truth
We are all guilty of self-centeredness
We have committed the crime
But what we fail to realize is the dent it leaves in our soul

Everyone is full of it in their own way
A young boy cannot comprehend social status
And this boy is better off than any of us
Life will pass by us like a summer storm

And if we consume ourselves with ourselves
We will surely look back with sorrow

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