August Burns Red - Reckoning (feat. Spencer Chamberlain)

Reckoning (feat. Spencer Chamberlain) Purchase, Stream at: ’Death Below’ out March 24, 2023 Pre-order at: Stream at: Composed by JB Brubaker & Dustin Davidson, Lyrics by Matthew Greiner Visuals - 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 Theres 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