Text: August Burns Red. Thrill Seeker. A Wish Full Of Dreams.

Do I dare question it?
This world is ending with
Countless years of false doubting
Let's get up and arise

Speculation
Your dreams are long gone
Speculation
Your dreams are long gone

Now you told me to never hold back mercy
So, this is now evolving into your own interpretation
Let's just, let's just call this fair play
Let's just call fair play
Let's just call this fair play

Slice them off and restore the foundation
We are, we are always too quick to point the finger
We must begin the downfall of their branches
We are too quick
We are too quick to point the finger on our closest companions
Point the finger [Incomprehensible]

Fly away into a dream full of hope
Soar above the branches, the branches

[Incomprehensible] above the [Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible] soar above into the branches
[Incomprehensible] soar above into the faraway stars
[Incomprehensible] soar above into the faraway stars
[Incomprehensible] soar above into the faraway stars