Digital Booklet - Constellations

AUGUST BURNS RED CONSTELLATIONS

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THIRTY AND SEVEN You are infatuated with what consumes you. Put the victim on the front lines and left for dead. Stop acting like there’s no other option but to let the waves carry you away. Can you hold the water responsible for your wayward behavior, anymore than it blames you for its gripping currents? Erase the proof but your shame will remain. Your mind is the mountain before you. Will you always need someone to hold your hand, and talk you through the night’s shadows? It’s so much easier to fight this war when you’re the last in line. What will you become? What will become of you? Your mind is the mountain before you. You’ve reached the summit, now transcend the skies.

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EXISTENCE This hollow feeling, the knowledge that you exist amidst your insecurities. Cover up only to coward out, and never shutting up only to never speak aloud. Have you dried up entirely? The walls of a church don’t make it holy. It’s what’s authentic that completes the sum of its parts. Don’t excuse yourself from today on the pretense of your past. You’re hurt. You’re broken. That’s alright. This might be what it takes to wake you up. Are you at your wits end yet? Security isn’t glitzy or glamorous, concrete or cohesive. Therein lies the truth. Lift your head up high. It’s what we know we aren’t, that makes us who we are. You’re hurt. You’re broken. That’s alright. That makes us who we are.

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OCEAN OF APATHY Everything looks the same. It’s all so watered down. Where does our anchor lie? There’s no identity in other’s insecurities. We’re told everything will be alright. Hush up. Sit tight while sold a science and proved what’s impossible. Hold up. Hold on. Let’s go. It might really hurt this time. Why are we led by a misled generation? Everything true and complete is cut out, and swept under the floor boards, left to drown in an ocean of apathy. We can fight the current, but we can’t climb the waterfall. Why are we led by a misled generation, left to drown in an ocean of apathy?

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WHITE WASHED Push your controlling values aside, and dissect your own life. It’s not about my beliefs. It’s about personal choice. It breaks your heart to see me consume, but it shatters mine to see people follow you. You ask me to be blameless, but who are you to decide what’s right? Don’t say another word. You’ve crossed the line. I won’t hesitate to put you in your place. You are the straw that’s crushing my back; however, I thank you for this pen and ink ammunition. Thank you for the inspiration. You’re the straw that’s crushing my back. You are the salt that’s burning my wounds.

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MARIANAS TRENCH This ship is sinking, deeper and deeper. We’ve abandoned this vessel and left the captain for dead. Waves thirst for our passing. Prepare for the struggle. Prepare to engage. Our armor tight to the skin, this shield it bears His name. We are strapped to the teeth, but our swords are lodged tightly in our throats. We are going under. We cannot swim under these conditions. We’re drowning quicker and quicker. We have become what we have feared, being one with this world. We’ve become one with this world. Pray for Heaven’s titans to rain down, and spare us the pain. We’re going under. 006

THE ESCAPE ARTIST Open your closed mind. Close your open mouth. You’re pushing more than you’re pulling. Every word that you say passes through my ears before it even escapes your lips. No one learns from someone they hate. Your mouth is like a grenade, blowing everyone away. How many have you pushed away, and how many have you saved? Pick and choose based on a face, but it’s all in the heart that carries weight. Don’t judge until you’ve taken it all in, because in the end you’ll pray to stay above the flames. Open your closed mind and close your open mouth. You’re pushing more then you are pulling.

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INDONESIA This plane’s going down in flames, and this time there’s no black box to capture your last words. A situation we can’t make any sense of. Sacrifice costs all of us everything. This is the time to turn down our heads and turn up our hearts. There’s no scale to balance this out. Some say may those who curse days, curse this day. How does a man wrap his mind around eternity, when he can’t even explain his own composition? Don’t you see it’s bigger than you? He sleeps in the mountains of Indonesia, and the white on his flag brings colors to shame. The earth will swallow the water. The clouds refill the oceans. Old mountains will crumble, and stronger ones will rise. This is the portrait of the humble and broken. This plane crashed down in flames with a man who lived, who died, to better this world. David, rest in peace. In loving memory of David Clapper; you are an inspiration.

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PARADOX Bite your tongue until it bleeds. This pain is worth more then what you have to say. Swallow your pride because silence is golden, and I wouldn’t pay a penny to hear your thoughts. Lie down your guard and surrender. All that you’re proving is your ignorance. Choose your words carefully. He that keeps his mouth keeps his life. He that opens his lips to wide shall bring on his own destruction. Lie down your guard and surrender.

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MERIDIAN He who survives the sword will find favor in the desert. I will build you up again and you will be rebuilt. I am the painter making this mess a masterpiece. I will build you up again.

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RATIONALIST See yourself to the exit. We can’t afford to watch you resort to this. Even hope hides in the shadows. Nothing is real. Color is black, is white, is color blind. Tucking away what’s true, what’s tangible. You’re crashing faster, and there won’t be pieces to piece back together this time. Can’t you see you’re ringing? You’re ringing out. This is dissonance. It’s in the quiet of this place that all things come to life. All that is real is blurred by your notion of reality. You skeptic, you. You believe in unbelief. Now you’re the hypocrite. You can’t hide from this.

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MEDDLER This moment will to pass us by. It’s this notion inside all of us to prioritize through our selfish eyes. To be the bull behind the rampage, the reason for all the riot. With more problems and less pride, we’ll feed our flame before wasting time on everyone else’s. The gallows were not supposed to look like this. Oh God, we live in misery, lying here in desperation. We need you here more than anything right now. If everything’s relative, then why the emptiness in our souls? Trying to untie the knot we thought we were untying our entire lives, we’re busied up and burnt out. Everyone together, we will strengthen ourselves. Because now you know you won’t ever fly fast enough to make time stand still. Stop, listen, and learn.

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CRUSADES I used to be so young and invincible. The mistakes of my youth are finally catching up to me. The face that stares back in the mirror should carry nothing but pride. As the days go by, it’s getting harder to hold my head up high. I’ve never been so tired. I’ve never felt so weak, but I swear to you that I’m not giving up. My storied life is coming to a graceful descend. I’ve seen peace end, and battles begin. I won’t forget the lives I’ve touched. I won’t forget the ones I’ve loved. I used to think I’d last forever. Now I’m praying for the light to just carry me away. Say goodnight. Say goodbye. This is my time to be with my Lord.

All songs written and performed by August Burns Red © 2009 Thirsty Moon River Publishing (ASCAP) / Eggroom Publishing (ASCAP) Produced & Mixed by Jason Suecof at Audiohammer Studios Mastered by Troy Glessner at Spectre Additional vocals on “Indonesia” by Tommy Rogers Tommy Rogers of Between The Buried And Me appears courtesy of Victory Records (www.victoryrecords.com) A&R: Jonathan Dunn Executive Producer: Brandon Ebel Management: Kenny Gabor,Vaughn Lewis, Chuck Andrews for ChannelZERO Entertainment Booking: (US) Matt PIke for The Kenmore Agency Booking: (UK, Europe, Japan, Australia) Tom Taffe for ITB Art Direction by Invisible Creature, Inc. Design & Illustration by Ryan Clark for Invisible Creature, Inc. Band photo by Parker Young August Burns Red plays: Ibanez guitars and basses, Truth Drums, Peavey Amps, Mesa Boogie cabs, Ampeg heads and cabs, D’addario strings, Zildjian Cymbals, DW Hardware, Vic Firth sticks, Planet Waves cables, Maxon pedals, and Evans drum heads August Burns Red is: Jake Luhrs - Vocals J.B. Brubaker - Guitar Brent Rambler - Guitar Dustin Davidson - Bass and vocals Matthew Greiner - Drums

August Burns Red would like to thank: Jesus Christ, The Greiner, Brubaker, Rambler, Luhrs & Davidson families, Jonathan Dunn, Brandon Ebel, Michah Dean Johnson, and the entire Tooth & Nail/Solid State family, Jason Suecof, Ronn Miller, Mark Lewis, Jeremy Frost, Tommy Rogers, Ryan Clark, Charles Andrews, Vaughn Lewis, Kenny Gabor, Mike Eaton & everyone at ChannelZERO Entertainment, Matt Pike & Merrick Jarmelowicz at the Kenmore Agency, Tom Taffee, Josh Bowman, Nathan Wilden, Brandon Cardenas, Justin McFerrin, Christopher Hondru, Alyssa Manning, Jade Roser, Jeremy Weiss, Jeff Breil & everyone at CI Records, Jeff Cohen, Carson Slovak, Andy Barding, Paddy & Michael for driving us around Europe, Jake and Burn Down Rome, Rafael Perez, The Martins family, Boise Mom and Dad, Mike Taft & Ibanez Guitars, David Ellefson & Peavey, Tim McKee & Mesa Boogie, Chrys Johnson & Ampeg, Bert & InTune Guitar Picks, Tim Gibson, Jeff Barrios & Phil Smith from Truth Drums, Jeanette Coffey at Ultimate Ears, Sarah Malaney & Zildjian Cymbals, Steve Vega & DW Hardware, Ben Davies & Vic Firth Sticks, Steve Lombeier & D’addario, Patrick Kirshtner & EMG Pick Ups, Maxon Pedals, everyone at Red Bull, The good folks at Ferret, Jason at Guitar Center Lancaster, our friends at The Chameleon Club, David Salinas at Enthos, Mark Bubb & Atticus, Arnaud Bennen & Kings Road Merch, DP & everyone at Bandmerch, Mat Pileggi, James Wesley, Stickam kids, Kevin Lyman & the Warped Tour, Between The Buried And Me, As I Lay Dying, Evergreen Terrace, This Or The Apocalypse, Unearth, Every Time I Die, Emmure, Skyeatsairplane, Shaped By Fate, A Skylit Drive, Greeley Estates, Darkest Hour, Suicide Silence, From First To Last, Misery Signals, The Bled, The Human Abstract, All That Remains, Texas In July, Circus Circus, Broadcast The Nightmare, and Still Remains.

Carmen, Chris, Sarah & Brian), Crane, Bane, Unkie D, Pipin’ Hot D Willis, Bonus, Nunez, Krypt Keeper, MV, Reggaeton, Justin, Suecof & Ronn, JD, Wizzle, Breil, Pike, MJ, Chooch, Vaughn, Kenny, Haus, Tom Taffee, Pileggi, Greg & Scuba, Drew, Ryan Timothy John Don Lee, Chan, Beav, Saun, Collins, TB, Soap Boy, Taft, Panda Express, Chilis, Studio A, Arnaud, Stickam “regulars,” & everyone who cares about this rig. (www.connorwatch.org)

JB would like to thank: The 2008 World Champion Philadelphia Phillies, Jesus Christ, Mom & Dad for the continued support and the rest of my family (Trina, Rick, Rachel, Crystal, Ambe, Seb,

Dustin would like to thank: All of my wonderful friends and family back home; you know who you are, Paul & Sandy Brubaker for giving me a wonderful place to stay when I am in town, all of the dudes that

Brent would like to thank: My awesome family, Lindsay Cairns for her continued support, Jon Dunn for always believing in us, Jeremy Weiss & Jeff Breil for all of their help, Beast, D, Crane, Crooked, Bonus, Tissue, Nunez, Justin, Van, and Kip for making tour a blast, everyone at ChannelZERO and Solid State, Mike Taft at Ibanez, Jason Suecof, Ronn Miller, Cain & Phoenix the Dogs, Jesus Christ for blessing us and keeping us safe each and every day, A&M pizza for still ruling, and last but not least all of my friends from home, whom I cherish more than life itself, minus Chan, jk, love you Chan. Jake would like to thank: I’d like to start by saying anyone can stand on a stage and perform: sing, dance, act - emote. But unless there is someone there to share the emotion, the performance is meaningless. Fans are everything. Without you there would be no one to share my feelings with, no one to explore the meaning with, no one to give my energy to and receive energy from. We are one. I am who and what I am because of what you give me. I am also very thankful to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for not only saving my life, but giving me the strength to carry on. I would like to thank all of my family, especially my Grandma Tonee and my friends all over the world. Thank you and God Bless

make touring sweet, Beast, Magrein, Bane, Jigs, Bonus, Tissue, and sometimes Kip & FB, Justin & Morgan My Boys! From Sleepers Awake, Jon Dunn and all of the staff at Solid State/Tooth & Nail, Strong Management, Mike Taft at Ibanez, Chrys Johnson at Loud Technologies, two awesome tattoo artists who are both great dudes Tod Bain at American Tattoo (todstattoos.com) & Thomas Kenney at Classic Electric (classicelectrictattoo. com), and Jesus for giving me this opportunity. I would like to dedicate this album to my Uncle Dulany. It’s hard to believe that you are gone but I love you. You will be missed. Matt would like to thank: David Clapper for being an inspiration; this record is for you. My parents for continually welcoming this ‘homeless boy’ home, Ben, Jegger, Mucous Membrane, Heens, Aahnie, Beans, and Bucky for giving me reason to miss home, Beezus, Painski, D, Jig, and Bonas for living out the dream with me, Kip, Tissue, Van, Cardenas, Jade, and Justin for helping us along the way, Jason Suecoff (Sueeeecof!) & Audio Hammer Studios, Ronn Miller & Rondovision, Jon Dunn (for always believing), Skywalker (texting!), Sean Hen (in the pocket!), Fisher, and all of my amazing friends ‘back home,’ Carson Slovak (and family), Beef and BTBAM, Jordan and AILD, everyone but Jack in TOTA, Mitch Lewis and family, Life Center Ministries, the Martins family, Ozom and Peter Says Denim, Shawn and Veil Arms, Tim Gibson and his many motorcycles, Jesus Christ for never letting go of me, and lastly, C.S. Lewis...you are my biggest inspiration.