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As I Lay Dying
As I Lay Dying


Background information
Origin San Diego, California, USA
Genre(s) Metalcore
Years active 2000—present
Label(s) Pluto Records
Metal Blade Records
Associated acts Point of Recognition
Austrian Death Machine
Sworn Enemy
Website Website
Members
Tim Lambesis
Jordan Mancino
Phil Sgrosso
Nick Hipa
Josh Gilbert
Former members
Noah Chase
Aaron Kennedy
Evan White
Jason Krebs
Clint Norris



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As I Lay Dying Album


The Powerless Rise (05/11/2010)
05/11/2010
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What we see now is only a fraction...

Bound to learn the hard way
This is the human condition
There is nothing that can be said
To stop us from making mistakes
When I look to myself as a source of ending pain
No matter how many times before I've failed

It seems our problems solve themselves
When we look beyond us to those truly in hell

The more I focus on myself
Then the more helpless that I become
So why not erase this point of view?
My suffering is trivial (Beyond our suffering)
Compared to those who know real agony

It seems our problems solve themselves
When we look beyond us to those truly in hell
It seems our problems solve themselves
When we look beyond our suffering

My trials seem insignificant now

Why won't we look beyond us?
Why won't we look beyond our despair?
It seems our problems solve themselves
When we look to those truly in hell

Personal redemption cannot change the world
Unless we lay down our lives for those who still suffer

. . .


None of this matters, none of these words. Common and silent we will die in this world.
We've only spoken to those who agree, and without them we've fallen on deaf ears.

Stand on conviction and you will walk alone.

For once I have stood (I have stood), no one will know,
But alone I was born and alone we must go.

In my convictions I've found my own grave, but amongst the dead we all fade away.

Yeah...
Yet solitude is better than a life not worthy of reaction.
There is nothing to lose (nothing). So we stand alone or join those who follow in misery.

In my convictions I've found my own grave, but amongst the dead we all fade away.
In my convictions I've found my own grave, but amongst the dead we all fade away.
Fade away...

Stand on conviction and you'll walk alone.
A voice is only a noise without someone to hear,
And without a crowd to feed that noise grows silent.

For once I have stood, no one will know, but alone I was born and alone we must go.
Fading back into an anodyne sea, to drown with all who've gone before me.

Yeah... We must go.

In my convictions I've found my own grave (my own grave),
But amongst the dead we all fade away. Yeah...
In my convictions (convictions), I've found my own grave,
But amongst the dead we all fade away.

Stand on conviction and you'll walk alone. Yeah...
Fading back into an anodyne sea, to drown with all who've gone before me.
Fading back... fading. Fading back into an anodyne sea.
Fading back... fading. Fading back... fading away.

. . .


Yeah....

If we chase acclaim in search for...search for stature,
Then our status becomes a vacuum draining. Opulence is a myth for there is no final rest.
Change in circumstance only delays. The inescapable fact that we are downcast.

In looking to the end we've lost sight of where to begin.

Hope lies not in reaching...reaching the end, if the journey itself is enough to bring fulfillment.

Without conclusion this song will end. Without conclusion there is no final rest.
Without conclusion... Shred...

We are void of purpose before we start.
For in chasing our destination the present state is sacrificed... sacrificed.
In looking to... In looking to the end we have lost sight of where to begin.
We've lost... We have lost sight of where to begin.

Without conclusion this song will end. Without conclusion there is no final rest...
Without conclusion this song will end. Without conclusion there is no final rest...
Without conclusion this song will end. Without conclusion...

. . .


We are all comatose. We are overfed and under...undernourished, yearning for something more.
Never starving yet never quite satisfied. Carnal but without useful flesh or mind. Yeah...

I am a walking contradiction that's found consistency
Consuming everything, all without producing sustenance.

In the parallels we struggle... struggle to upkeep, there is a better way for us to be set free.
From all it is we crave, there must be more to life than to simply stay alive... to simply stay alive.

We are not the same as I hope to show. There is a better way if we just let go.
We are not... we are not the same. We are not... we are not the same. Let go...

In the tension between devouring want or simple need
It's clear the only lines between the ones we preserve.

We are not the same as I hope to show. There is a better way if we just let go.
We are not... we are not the same. We are not... we are not the same.
Let go.... We are not the same.

And in the parallels we struggle to upkeep,
There's a better way for us to be... for us to be set free.
And in the parallels (parallels) we struggle to upkeep (struggle to upkeep),
There's a better way for us to be... for us to be set free.

. . .


Just like the spread of disease.... Ya... Ya...
Debt and guilt or guilt and decree, the masters that we please.
Yet if we seek help for infirmities, we are made twice the sons of hell as before.

Reach out your hand. Reach out your hand, only to be plagued by disease.
Reach out your hand. Reach out your hand, only to be plagued by disease.

While religion tries to blame what we cannot see, I accept that part of the problem is me.
It was never a sacred mandate to accept conformity,
Through select revelations that we choose to believe.

Another blind guide replacing divine eyes.

Familiarity is the great deception, disguised by authority, sealing out subversion.

Whitewashed tombs have hidden the truth, for we unknowingly worship icons of ordinary life.

Reach out your hand to find forgiveness, only to be plagued by disease.
The horrors of beliefs and customs, camouflaged by commonality.

Reach out your hand, reach out your hand. Reach out your hand, reach out your hand.

I still believe that there is hope for us, but I believe we must look outside
The sanctuaries of oppression that have brought our world so much pain....

Yeah....
Another blind guide replacing divine eyes (eyes).
Whitewashed tombs (whitewashed tombs) have hidden the truth.

Reach out your hand to find forgiveness, only to be plagued by disease (plagued by disease).
Reach out your hand to find forgiveness (reach out your hand), only to be plagued by disease.
Reach out your hand, reach out your hand.

. . .


I've tried to find reconciliation behind the walls of those whose hatred burns.
For I find it easier to reach someone who still feels,
Than to make amends with passionless apathy.
Where all lines are the same a portrait cannot be made.

I need to burn inside. I need to know that you are alive.

I need to know that feelings of discontent are stronger
Than indifference for those too weak to stand.

Like a colorless sky over a sea of nothingness,
Hatred faces its enemies while apathy strikes furtively.

I need to burn inside. I need to know that you are alive.

I need to know that feelings of discontent are stronger
Than indifference for those too weak to stand.
I need to know that feelings of discontent are stronger
Than indifference for those too weak to stand...

Until our anger burns against injustice, we will create
The faceless by dismissing those forced to concede.

Many of us have turned off the light outside, erasing what exists beyond our front door.
And for you I find it harder to reach common ground than my most glaring opposition.
But what about those who've lost the luxury of choice?
...striving for identity, buried by our lack of interest, souls marked as mere history.
How much grievance will it take to awaken us?

I need to know that feelings of discontent are stronger
Than indifference for those too weak to stand.
I need to know that feelings of discontent are stronger
Than indifference for those too weak to stand...

How much grievance will it take to awaken us from the comfort of our homes?
...the comfort of our oversized graves.

I've tried to find reconciliation... I've tried to find reconciliation...

. . .


Yaahh....
Condemned... Condemned... Condemned... Condemned...
Condemned... without given a chance to speak.
Without acknowledgment they're made less than human.

Condemned... Condemned to anonymity. Trapped by... Trapped by obscurity.
Condemned... Condemned to anonymity. Sentenced... Sentenced to neglect.

Ohhhh....
They will never share our blood, yet is that reason to
Drain what's left of theirs, abandoning compassion?

Condemned... Condemned to anonymity. Trapped by... Trapped by obscurity.
Condemned... Condemned... Condemned to anonymity. Sentenced... Sentenced to neglect. Oh...

Why do we uphold allegiance higher than maintaining life?
The ties of blood breaking a stronger bind.

Condemned... Condemned to anonymity. Trapped by... Trapped by obscurity.
Condemned... Condemned... Condemned to anonymity. Sentenced... Sentenced to neglect.

. . .


Many choose to find their hope in the thoughts of afterlife,
When there is none to be found right here before we die.
So I understand the feeling of helplessness,
When we are just taught to wait here...wait here for death.

Wait here for death. Wait for this suffering to end.
Wait here for death. Wait here for death. Wait for this suffering to end.

We are not forgotten, for a kingdom is offered beyond that of golden streets.
We can represent now what will one day be complete.

Simplicity is not a curse where strength is humbled
And the powerless rise (and the powerless rise).
This is a kingdom born upside-down.
This is a kingdom where the broken are crowned.

Wait here for death. Wait here for death.
The "blessings" of excess are only a burden on us.

It is a broken system where we just wait for death.
It is a broken system where suffering can never end.

Simplicity is not a curse where strength is humbled
And the powerless rise (and the powerless rise).
This is a kingdom born upside-down.
This is a kingdom where the broken are crowned... (the broken are crowned).

If helplessness is our system then we're better off upside-down.

. . .


We live in slavery to a past we cannot escape, and I say it's worth it to just start again... again.

We've focused so long on ideals of freedom that it is this very belief that oppresses us.
We all want to be free, yet we find ways to forfeit liberty
To our own impulses, to our own consumption.

So I say it's worth it to build a new foundation... a new foundation...
A new foundation... a new foundation... It's a past we cannot escape.

This vacancy will take everything this world can offer.
Bbut what is control once we have let go of all we suffer? Once we've let go...

Yeah... When we've awakened to admit we are all enslaved,
Then there is freedom in our choice to disobey. Yeah...
Our creeds have become a justification (justification) to live the way that some see fit,
(justification) and no one is more hopeless than those blinded by the scales of content.

This vacancy will take everything this world can offer.
But what is control (what is control) once we have let go of all we suffer?

We live in slavery to a past we cannot escape. So I say it's worth it to just start again.

Oh... We've let go. We've let go. We've let go. Yeah....

This vacancy will take everything this world (all that this world) can offer
(all that this world offers).
But what is control (what is control) once we have let go (we have let go) of all we suffer?

We can't escape, we can't escape. We can't escape, we can't escape.
So I say it's worth it to start again.

. . .


The only constant is change. The only constant is change. Go...

The human heart is born without legs, sliding back and forth,
And never once does it truly rest, unless accompanied by death... Sliding back and forth.

Even the strongest remnants of history, they have begun to crumble against time.
Sliding back and forth.

The only constant is change. Nothing remains the same.
The only constant is change. There's only growth or decay. Yea...

Let's go... Unvarying scenes only found in pictures can never breathe life.
For nowhere else does level ground exist, unless it has been captured by a flash of steady light.

Sliding back and forth (back and forth).
The only constant is change. Uncertainty awaits.
The only constant is change. There's only growth or decay... or decay.
The only constant is change....

There is nothing that stays the same, from the foundation of our lives.
There is nothing that stays the same. There is nothing to erase time....

The only constant is change. Nothing remains the same.
The only constant is change. There's only growth or decay... Yeaah...
The only constant is change (change). The only constant is change.

. . .


I see now... I see through the veil of expectation.
I see now... I see that conformity is betrayal.

Betrayal of those who are forgotten, yet vision alone furthers our blame.
Unless followed by transformation, it is pointless to be given sight.
Without the hope of our reaction, we overlook the purpose of our eyes.

Now is our chance to breathe without tyranny, released from the blinding of false light.
(blinding of false light) Now is our chance to breathe without tyranny.
In weakness we are freed...

I see now... I see that conformity is betrayal.

With empty eyes I looked ahead (ahead), with clarity I now look back...

Now is our chance to breathe without tyranny, released from the blinding of false light
(blinding of false light). Now is our chance (our chance) to breathe without... without tyranny.
In weakness we are freed... Yeah...

I admit my failure. Opacity has dulled my senses.
Conformity (conformity) controlled by lifeless vices. Oh... Yeah...
Covetousness (covetousness) disguised as ambition.
But now it ends... But now it ends... But now it ends...
But now it ends, not with defeat but determination... We are freed.... Yeah...

Now is our chance to breathe without tyranny,
Released from the blinding of false (false) light (light).
Now is our chance... Now is...our chance... In weakness we are freed...

. . .


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