Lyric August Burns Red - Majoring In The Minors

These windy streets tell of a different time
What got us here, won't get us there
It's time for the upright to have insight
Don't forget what's important in life
This place is like a cage that will imprison you
It's comfort only found without adversity
Anyone anywhere in history
Has confronted these realities

What got us here won't get us there
I'll be there soon
That's why I care
Everyone you love will one day fade away
Everything you have will rot and decay
Everything around us will burn
Burn up in the death of the sun

It's in the pain, that we see, our true selves change
In the sea of difficulty, we are defined
When we're blind, we will feel, our true selves change
In the sea of difficulty, we leave our comfort behind

We are found, found in far away places
When all seems lost
We are found, found in far away places
Not all is lost

We must be strong
And cling onto hope, cling onto hope
We must be strong
When the ground is shaking out from under our feet

We are found in far away places
When all seems lost
We are found in far away places
Not all is lost

Stop majoring in the minors
It's when you get inside that it widens
Stay true tempered, stay true tempered
You're not the first to find life is tough

Circumstantial hope, isn't really hope at all
It's just a watered down distraction, from what stands in our way
Hope gives us, the ability to face reality
The ability to see through it all