Conquer, destroy, invade
For this is my crusade
Crashing down, burning out
So lost but now I’m found
Conquer, destroy, invade
For this is my crusade
I won’t be bound, won’t be found six feet under ground
Why does it feel so good to hurt or do what I despise
When I should be strengthening my mind
What provokes me is only the beginning
Wrestling this restless battle
Forced into a state of submission
How am I supposed to run away
When I’m the one I am running from
I’m tangled up dealing with trauma
It’s sweet to the taste
But bitter to the brain
Like clockwork, I’m going insane
It’s not the calloused hands that fail you
It’s poison infused beneath the skin
Exhume a way of living from within
How can I fix what’s broken
I may be sick, but I’m not the sickness
I need to find a way to heal from this
I may be sick but I’m not the sickness
These wounds are self inflicted
I found a way to navigate through the storms
They would sway me like a ship at sea
Now the rain hits my face
And washes away the shame I used to carry
Soaring so high up in the clouds
It’s not about trying to find a way out
Conquer, destroy, invade
For this is my crusade
Crashing down, burning out
So lost but now I’m found
Conquer, destroy, invade
For this is my crusade
I won’t be bound, won’t be found six feet under ground
Torn between false security
And the truth behind honesty
To unearth serenity forever
Submit to the season of surrender
It won’t consume me
It won’t consume me, no
All greatness will starve
Until it’s saved by adversity
Adversity
Old ways are forgotten
When new days are full of dreams
Full of dreams, full of dreams
My new days are full of dreams
Other lyrics by August Burns Red:
Behemoth
I met Death in my youth He claimed me as his son He echoes in my mind Reminds me what I’ve done The memories made me believe Escape was never a path for me I met …
Cerebral Malfunction
(feat. Make Them Suffer) Self-sabotage Self-sabotage I destroy what I love I love to hate Ruin and me are thicker than thieves We build it all to break I destroy what I …
Den Of Thieves
There’s nothing, there’s no one, there’s no need to go on You’ll be impaled sleeping on this bed of nails There’s nothing, there’s no …
Exhumed
Cut me loose Like a convict Who never committed the crime Hit the floor Running like a house on fire Your facts are all conspiracies It’s evident you never cared …
Forged By Failure
I’m a glutton full of hate and tragedy The cat o’ nine has become my sympathy I’ve given myself a thousand lashes A cyclical cycle of insanity You want …