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Worlds Edge
03:17
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Let the lines be cast
This gale too shall pass
We’re sailing on with tattered flags unfurled
Over the edge of the world
Straight on until
the morning comes
Straight on until the new day dawns
Straight on until the morning star arises in our hearts
Like roaring waters, I hear the voice (Son please listen. Won’t you listen?)
My fear immersed in truest joy
The final dance over the edge to
roaring death
I close my eyes. I hold my breath
Here we go
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The Crown
03:25
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What makes a king? Is it the finer things? To have
what other men desire?
If he gains the world but loses his soul, what does he acquire?
He’s but a breath, he’s but a vapor, here today tomorrow gone
And what is left after his stay here? Will his kingdom carry on?
Can’t carry the crown
Oh cast it down,
sing out the sound
If all breath is a loan bartered on borrowed time we can chase after gold or toward what truly
shines when the great and the small either rise or they fall but we all get our turn in the line
And the man with the money, the power,
the fame, he won’t take precedence. He’ll be treated the
same as the vagrant, the marked, with a wide open heart we will know if we’re naked or named
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Castles
03:26
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Faulty reprieve. We built our castles on the shoreline to stand for all time
We raised them high. Our walls so strong. We built them proud. We built them wrong
They crumble down our cornerstones give way, our mortar cannot hold
Chasing after wind and words to
say when we’re called to be bold
Rise up empty. Stronger in the broken places. They skyline changes
Waging war beyond all flesh and bone. Break the strongholds crack the stone
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Pool of Siloam
03:30
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Spent my days in darkness with my hand upon the wall wandering half lit hopeless halls
I spent my nights in the same shadows as the day. Never know or behold until I heard Him speak
He told me go
Go to Siloam and wash your eyes
For from birth I’d been blind
That I might know that I might see
You will know the truth and the truth shall set you free
I saw my beggar hands. They were the autumn leaves
Shriveled and desperate and worn. Deeply in need
Who is this Man who makes me see?
Who is this Man that I might believe
He gives blind men epiphany
Lame legs mobility
Deaf ears sweet symphony
Dead men vitality
So I went to Siloam and washed my eyes
For from birth I’d been blind
And now I know and
now I see
Now I know the truth and the truth has set me free
Know the truth and the truth shall set you free
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Seasons
04:03
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All flesh is like grass and flowers of the field
It withers and falls down but My Word never yields
Seasons will come and seasons will go
I stay the same
But enduring life grows in me
Of imperishable seed
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The August Guns Des Moines, Iowa
IA based The August Guns delivers a dynamic blend of alternative rock and post-hardcore full of off kilter rhythms, crushing instrumentation, and soaring vocals sure to appeal to fans of bands like Thrice, Emery, Thursday, and Senses Fail
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