separating the seas
august burns red
this place isn't meant for people like you
spouting ideals for your fans to consume
like an ant in the midst of elephants
you know you won't last forever
a flavor of the week is how you'll be remembered
pulling your so-called burdens off of your back
throwing them overboard along the rest
did it feel good to get that off your chest?
dragging us miles and miles through the mud
our faces battered and bruised
we'll pick ourselves up out of the hole that you dug
reaching and clawing to pull you under
and justice will be served
self-righteous" isn't a term saved for the religious