Majoring in the Minors - August Burns Red

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

Is 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 are found in far away places, when all seems lost

We are 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 shifting out from under our feet

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