Digital Booklet - Rescue & Restore

AUGUST BURNS RED RESCUE & RESTORE

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PROVISION TREATMENT SPIRIT BREAKER COUNT IT ALL AS LOST SINCERITY CREATIVE CAPTIVITY FAULT LINE BEAUTY IN TRAGEDY ANIMALS ECHOES C THE FIRST STEP 02

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Produced & Mixed by Carson Slovak & Grant McFarland P&C 2013 Solid State Records. 2412 7th Ave W Seattle, WA 98119. Distributed in the United States by RED Distribution, LLC. “Solid State” Reg. US Pat. and TM Off. All rights reserved. Warning: Unauthorized reproduction is a violation of applicable laws.

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PROVISION

TREATMENT

SPIRIT BREAKER

COUNT IT ALL AS LOST

You give us dreams to wake us up. You say, “Take pride in the provision.” When all we see is the face of defeat you say, “Take pride in the provision.” My future’s finally found me, figured me out. It’s painful. It’s tough. I never saw it coming. Come as it may, because all of this life is a lesson I’d rather learn than end up in a cold covered up dark grave. These are the words of a man who finally let go. These are the goals of a man who’s laid it all down. Losing it all made me realize I am the victim, the culprit, the casualty, and the cause. Losing it all led me to you. I’m sick. I need sight. I need help. I need you, and I’m not getting any better. I am the deceiver. I’m not getting any better. I’m the thief, the whore, the murderer. It’s times like these you forget to remember who you are. The way up is down. Truth is found when life throws you out and kicks you to the curb. I’m just as much the problem as the man behind bars. He did with his business what I do in my heart. You wronged me. You crossed me. I’ll never let it ruin me. Lessons are learned deep down within my heart. The worst men make the best stories come true. The past is a part of me, but not who I am. I realize my identity is not in what I’ve seen but in what I believe to be true. I know what I need now. All that was lost is not lost. Even the worst of mankind can’t disrupt sovereignty. You’ve given me this nightmare to wake me up. You say, “Take pride in the provision.” You’ve given me more than enough. You say, “Take pride in the provision.”

Stop turning life into a stagnant routine. Maybe it’s better to bite your tongue. The more animosity you spit out, the less we want to hear. Maybe it’s better to bite your tongue. Too many hearts filled with hate. Too many hands clenched in fists. Relax your grip. Open the gates. Too many hearts filled with hate. Let acceptance in. We’re here to say the world needs more diversity. We’re here to say we’re all so sick of your bigotry. Pay attention to the choices you make. Step back and look at all the hearts that you break. Stop dwelling on what happens when we die. Start helping others while we’re still alive. You need to look in the mirror and ask yourself, “What good have I done? What are my true intentions?” It’s your right to say what’s on your mind, yet it’s their right to keep feeling alive. We’ll carve out your heart; rewire your mind, stripping your soul of everything that makes you unique. We’ll wipe the slate clean that brought them to their knees. Will that make you believe in the tolerance you need? You crown your religion instead of your king. It’s time for a movement to stand up and believe that being distinct is not a disease. Open the gates. Let acceptance in. Open the gates. Relax your grip of disapproval.

Staring at the walls to pass the time. Pinch myself; make sure I’m still alive. I’m not alright. It’s become a disguise. Friends and family, I’m losing all ties. Staring at the walls to pass the time. Pinch myself; make sure I’m still alive. I’ve been here before. I will survive another month under gray skies. I’m holding on as tight as I can. The monotony never seems to end. Every day feels the same. Every day I think about the place I’d rather be than here. I’ve been here before. I will survive another month under these grey skies. We’ve carried each other through and over the seas. We live for nights like this. The ones we won’t forget. Forever remembered. We live for nights like this. The ones we’ll always miss. I hope to open my eyes to see this picture. I’m throwing it all away. I hope to open my eyes to see this moment that I should treasure forever. Staring at the walls to pass the time. Pinch myself; make sure I’m still alive. I’m not alright. It’s become a disguise. Friends and family, I’m losing all ties. I’m holding on as tight as I can. Coming home, I don’t know when. I’m holding on as tight as I can. I swear. My dearest love, I woke up tired today, even more so than yesterday. How that’s possible, I don’t even know, nor do I want to. It’s hard to find the motivation when you are this drained. My body aches but I’m used to feeling this way. Seventeen down, seventeen to go. That’s not so bad, right? I think of home often and of you even more. Yesterday I saw the sun shining. It appeared for a few minutes just after two. For a moment I found myself smiling, as if those short rays of light were enough to get me by. Maybe that was enough. Thank God, I needed that. I surely needed that.

I want to believe these words are more than letters to me. I want to believe a covenant to stand the battlefield of time. Many times I’ve written words holding me to stay pure. Where is the truth in these motions, afterwards feeling motionless? I keep breaking my promises. I keep breaking my word to you and I. I keep breaking my promises. Once again, I’m letting you down. How must a broken man fix his brokenness if he’s not the answer? I can’t do this on my own. I need you here. Each and every day that passes leaves me worse off than before. Many times I’ve sworn I wouldn’t look back. Never look back. Instead of fighting to be a man, I just want to know who I am. Fighting with my fists leaves me bloody and broken almost every single time, so I’m going at it with your strength instead of mine. Please be my strength. I’ve carried this burden long enough. With a heart of conviction, I’ve betrayed us both. I have to forfeit. The shame is too much to take. Take the lead and reign over me. You knew you’d find me here. It took me losing sight to count it all as lost, for me to see that I’m finally found. Count it all as lost. There’s so much more to gain. Count it all as lost. Take the lead and reign over me.

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SINCERITY

CREATIVE CAPTIVITY

FAULT LINE

BEAUTY IN TRAGEDY

This is a barren wasteland, a lonely place where inspiration goes to die. Rescue the beauty that’s left. Restore the character that’s long since gone, because these colors must never fade. This beat must carry on. We will fight to save this. We will fight to keep it alive. This is a cause worth fighting for. We will rescue and restore.

We all hurt. We all need. We all cry. We all bleed. These dreams, these desires consume me. The good, the bad, the ugly aren’t too much to take. I’ve been put in this position, but now I can’t bear to leave. Stand here with me. Together we’ll get through this. Stand here with me, and we’ll wash it all away. Without you I’m nothing. Yes, I’ve come to understand this. Without you I’m worthless. Yes, I’ve come to understand this. I’ve been handed my life by you. The least I can do is listen. Pull me aside, and step inside. I’ll listen to your horror stories. Let this song be your motivation. Let your life be your inspiration. You can’t hide your fear in this chorus forever. If I could do more I promise you I would, but this is your time now. Whisper your grief. Scream your sorrow. Proclaim your love. Just don’t call me your hero. Tell me your stories. I’ll lend you my ears. Tell me your horror. I’ll make it disappear. I’m absorbing the impact of the young at heart. We all hurt. We all need. We all cry, and we all bleed. We have hope.

There is beauty in tragedy. The heart will stop beating, but the end is a new beginning. We’ll soar above the skyline of reality and reach towards a love ever after. Grasping onto faith to keep us breathing a little longer, for just one more moment with one another. This night is pulling on my heartstrings. These feelings bring tears to my eyes. To see you leave my world, to leave my side. Hear the angels sing as they embrace you with a warm welcome home. Tomorrow the air will be a little colder, but I’ll be sure to breathe for the both of us. And the nights may be a little darker, but I’ll be sure to carry the torch to warm the hearts that never got to feel yours. I can’t hear your voice, but that’s ok cause I can feel you in my heart. One morning I’ll wake up to you. One morning I’ll hear the angels sing. On that morning we won’t be concerned about the weather, nor will we mind where the hands lay on the clock tower. I’ll be sure to write your name in the sand where the waves can’t wash it away. Until then I’ll walk, until then I’ll breathe in your name. Never surrender the dream you had for this world: to love, to forgive, to make something out of nothing. I will hear you. I will feel you forever.

Rarely the rare are seen in the ocean of chaotic reality. This lighthouse gives direction, caution, and awareness. In the dark and distant, this man is still seen. His fierce devotion to what he believes is true, as he feels the weight of this collapsed nation. Staring into the face of adversity, he will remain with courage and bravery. It keeps him walking towards the flames in good faith that he will remain. “Our existence is an imprint. We all have a legacy to live,” he says to me. His grace is such a blessing. Surely it’s something to write home about. Its presence never recognized, while life passes by, never stopping to thank you. “Be calm. Just sleep. Let your heavy spirit rest its knees. You’ve been running for so many years,” he says to me. A true inspiration, a light in the dark and distant, I stop my life to thank you. You have carried me through the storm, through its heavy winds. I stop my life to thank you. Rarely the rare are seen. What’s seen as defeat is his philosophy. Better to be a one-man army than a cavalry hurdling the weak. He brings comfort to the masses in the name of compassion. His merit, his amour, clears the path for the broken down and defeated. To see the masterpiece that’s painted in our names. “What we see is not all we believe,” he says to me. He will remain.

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ANIMALS

ECHOES

THE FIRST STEP

How must you feel up there? So exalted with such a haughty attitude. No one’s inferior to your wise words, my dearest friend, acting as though you have authority to judge. You do not have permission. Who gave you license to pour hate down throats, bringing them a shameful disposition? No one likes a discouraging word slurring out of a drunkard’s mouth, intoxicated on his own pride. How do you feel, safe and secure? You were wrong. You judge the faith, lives, and actions based on your insecurities. Words cut like blades to the skin, making people numb to feeling. Words cut like blades to the skin. Why can’t you realize what you are doing? Where is their self worth now? Running miles far away based on your invitation. Cage your mouth, and listen to your heart. We are not animals, nor are you to be one. We are who we are, from beginning to end. Don’t judge the loved. Stop hating the hurt. Quit living for such selfish demands. If you don’t stop while you’re ahead, pride will lead you to self-destruct. Kingdom come, no one is done. All have been forgiven. We are who we are from beginning to end.

The pressure is endless. The tension is pounding. Life change after life change, it’s too much for me to take. While mourning the loss I am forced to celebrate new life. When is it too much? When is it enough? Burrow deep down inside, somewhere, anywhere, a place to hide. I’m collapsed, about to burn. This will end me. Set me ablaze. I am about to explode. I can’t take much more of this. Where is my way out? Waiting for this page to turn, I can’t even bear the silence. Where is the ringing in my ears to sing me to sleep? Where are those who feel what I feel? Why can’t I see the lights shining down on me? Home will always be where my heart lives, where it belongs, but this is my way out. This is our home away from home. Pouring our hearts across the stage with every word we sing together. Screaming our anthem with one another. The open road is what I need to breath freely. Free me.

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Without competition there is no progression. Society won’t wait for statues to break free of their brass case. Carry the point. Be the focus. Notice the inevitable. Times make changes. Humanity makes mistakes. Mistakes make answers. We live to learn. We live to love. We live to die. Learn to question why. We’re so scared to take the first step. The ground you walk on isn’t a straight line, and neither are the toils of life. Standing still, just to watch it pass you by; to watch the world pass you by. We are pushing for change, waiting for the world to take notice. Breaking down barriers, as we strive for a better way. With determination we’ll march on in protest. With determination we’ll see this through. Evolve or die. Move on or drown. History’s “greatest generation” will be removed by the Earth’s most advanced. Your battles will become our peace. Your lies shall become our truth. We will replace the old guard with the new. Without competition there is no progression.Society won’t wait for statues to break free of their brass case. Evolve or die.

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All songs written and recorded by August Burns Red © 2013 We Are Younger We Are Faster Music (ASCAP), Eggroom Publishing (ASCAP)

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Produced & Mixed by Carson Slovak & Grant McFarland At Atrium Audio in Lancaster, PA Mastered by Troy Glessner August Burns Red is: Jacob Luhrs - Lead Vocals JB Brubaker - Guitar Brent Rambler - Guitar Dustin Davidson - Bass, Vocals Matthew Greiner - Drums Violin on “Treatment,” “Spirit Breaker,” “Creative Captivity” & “Echoes” by Taylor Brandt Piano on “Provision,” “Treatment,” “Beauty In Tragedy,” & “Echoes” by Zachery Veilleux Cello on “Provision,” “Treatment,” “Spirit Breaker,” “Count It All As Lost,” “Creative Captivity,” “Fault Line,” “Beauty In Tragedy,” “Echoes” & “The First Step” by Grant McFarland Trumpet on “Creative Captivity” by Christopher Lewis Guzheng on “Creative Captivity” by JB Brubaker Additional drums on “Echoes” by Adam Gray Management: Chuck Andrews for Good Fight Entertainment Booking: Matt Pike for The Kenmore Agency A&R: Adam Skatula Executive Producer: Brandon Ebel Art Direction by Invisible Creature, Inc. Illustration & Design by Ryan Clark for Invisible Creature, Inc.

August Burns Red thanks: The Luhrs, Brubaker, Rambler, Davidson, and Greiner families, Carson Slovak, Grant McFarland, Charles Andrews, Amy Buck, Taylor Brandt, Zachery Veilleux, Christopher Lewis, Adam Gray, Adam Skatula, Brandon Ebel, Tyson Paoletti, and everyone at Solid State Records, Ryan Clark, Gene Smirnov, Charles Thorpe, Michele Montgomery, Matt Pike and Merrick Jarmulowicz at The Kenmore Agency, Tom Taffee at Agency Group, Mark Zelasko and everyone at Rob Shore & Associates, Jeff Breil and Jeff Royer at Black Lodge PR, Jeremy Weiss and CI Records, Josh Bowman, Jade Roser, Christopher Hondru, Kevin Kennaley, Mason Hunt, Brandon Sloter, Garrett Delaney, Justin McFerrin, Giles Smith, John Awad, Ian Dietrich and Bandmerch, RL Brooks at Seen Merch, Arnaud Bennen at Kingsroad, Geess at Howling Bull, Tom Huschka and Impericon, Wez and Mease at Hassle, Ivano at Trailer of Press, John Slovak, Kurt Stein, The Chameleon Club, Kelly Kapp, special thanks to Jason and our friends at Guitar Center in Lancaster, PA for hooking us up, Silverstein, Blessthefall, The Overseer, Texas in July, Letlive, I, the Breather, Set Your Goals, The Devil Wears Prada, Veil of Maya, A Day to Remember, Living With Lions, The Ghost Inside, Northlane, Of Mice & Men, The Color Morale, Adept, and La Dispute

JB Brubaker thanks: Katelyn for being so understanding and supportive, Mom & Dad, Trina, Rick, Rachel, Laney, Crystal, Ambe, Seb, Carmen, Toph, Sarah, Beeg, Brady, Noname², Carson “152” Slovak for being one of the most sensitive people I know (sorry for offending you so much!), Grant “143” MacFartland, FB, Chooch, Ol’ Gilfy Buck, Keep, Pep Pep, PB, Morka, Beav, Blique, Oh Sloter, Torque Lewith, Evan, Pileggi, William Raoul, Diane and Gary, J-Weiss, The Jeffs, everyone at Solid State Records, Mike Taft, Hugh Gilmartin, John Richmond, Mark Bubb and Joe at Jedidiah, Phillies baseball, and to anyone else who cares enough to read this. Matt Greiner thanks: Jesus Christ; losing it all led me to You. I want to thank my Mom & Dad for inspiring me, my only older brother Ben, Jesse for being ‘Jeggar,’ Micah for putting up with my drumming in the house, my 3 amazing sisters Johanna, Anya & Sarena; & Caleb for speaking truth into my life (Romans 5:20-21). Carson & Grant, thank-you for helping to make this record what it is! Thank you Kaleb for your help and hard work in starting Greiner Kilmer. Thank you Truth Drums for a wonderful 9 years together and to my new drum family at DW! Thank you Sarah & Chris at Zildjian, Joe & Ben at Vic Firth, Adam at Remo, & Jeanette at Ultimate Ears. Thank you Tim Keller and Redeemer & also Mark Driscoll and Mars Hill for keeping me locked in on tour. To all of my friends and family here and around the world, thank-you for being a part of my life and thus a part of this record!

August Burns Red plays Ibanez guitars, Warwick basses, Ampeg bass heads, Peavey guitar heads, Kemper amp modelers, Mesa Boogie cabinets, D’addario strings, In Tune guitar picks, Planet Waves cables, Rapco Horizon snakes and looms, Boss and T-Rex effects pedals, Gator Cases, DW drums, Vic Firth sticks, Zildjian cymbals, Audio Technica microphones and wireless units, Ultimate Ears in-ear monitors, RJM Music Technology midi controllers, Remo drumheads, Tech 21 bass gear, and EMG pickups

Dustin Davidson thanks: My entire family and friends at home for their love and support, our awesome fans, Garrett (Naighh), Grant & Carson for their hard work on this album, Solid State Records, Pike, Merrick, Taffe, Mark, Chuck & Amy for everything that they’ve done for us, Bowman, Kip, Kevin, Jade, Mason, and Sloter, Tod Bain at First Revelation Tattoo, Thomas Kenny at Classic Electric Tattoo, and Jason 09

Reeder at Yours Truly Tattoo, Chris at Warwick, H. Jon Benjamin for countless hours of laughter, my band mates for being cool 23/7, and you for picking up a copy of this album! Brent Rambler thanks: I would like to thank my lovely wife, family, the big man upstairs, Beezus, Dee Balls, Jake, Matt, La Choocha Cabra, The Buckster and Good Fight, xMarkax, Kevin “The Troll” Kennaley, Mason “The Woman Slayer” Hunt, Christopher “Insert K-Sound” Hondru,  Joshua “Bonus Nasty” Bowman, Crew the Band, Gator, Bus Cat, Brandon “Mayonnaise” Sloter, Brady “Beaver Tail” Groff, Mark “The Numbers Cruncher” Zelasko, Mike Taft and Ibanez, Hugh and D’Addario, Matthew Skaggs and Kemper, Adam Skatula, Brandon Ebel and everyone at Solid State, and thanks to everyone else who lets me make sweet music across this wonderful globe, plus Gunner (RIP) and Archer. Jacob Luhrs thanks: My Lord for giving me the strength, encouragement, creativity, and gifts necessary to make this record. My wife Kris for supporting me on and off tour, for her devotion and always helping me, from driving me to an airport four hours away, to late nights on the phone in Europe, to counting the days with me till I got back home. She is lovely and loving. The Luhrs, Lankton, Hahne, and Welch families for their love and support. Matt, JB, Brent, Dustin, Bowman, Jade, Kevin, Mason, Kip, Chuck, Amy, Tom, and Pike for being the best band/camp of guys I could ever ask for. Brady, Evan, Tim, and Ben. Isaac Stone for inspiring me during the writing process. This album is dedicated to you for being one of the first to give me a desire to be a vocalist. Shout out to all my friends in SC, PA and CT. Thanks to Mark Driscoll, Matt Jensen, Craig Gross, Justin Holcomb, Mike Brown, Matt Chandler, and Francis Chan for being my church on the road. I’d like to dedicate “Sincerity” to Todd Lankton. You are appreciated. Last but certainly not least, thanks to our fans that have always supported us. God is good.

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