Текст песни August Burns Red Twenty-One Grams

As I follow you, where will you lead me?
To the ends of the world, or is that just the beginning?
I've rolled through villages
And done my best to pass on your name.
How much is too much?
How far is too far?
As I push on and leave everything behind,
The front line swears, I'm going into battle blind,
A life dedicated to what I can't see,
Still grasping what I was told to believe.

What kind of cruel truth only presents itself
In the moment you die?
In the moment you die.

The facts are becoming less and less transparent,
Constantly mixed with the thoughts of the incoherent,
Dig deep, they're hidden beneath centuries of dust and dirt,
Covered up by the evolution of the earth.
I'm struggling with the blessing of the unseen,
It's harder and harder to not be accusing,
Continuing to draw the lines of acceptance,
I'm trying and trying to translate the evidence.

Why do we owe anyone repentance? Repentance.
While seeking answers to these questions? These questions.
Why do we owe anyone repentance? Repentance.
While seeking answers to these questions? Questions.

We don't owe, we don't owe,
We don't owe, we don't owe
Anyone repentance.
We don't owe, we don't owe, repentance.

As I follow you, where will you lead me?
To the ends of the world, or is that just the beginning?

The only time you'll ever know if you chose the right side
Is when you close your eyes for the very last time.
Question, all that you knew.
Question, It's how you'll find the truth.
Question, question,
It will only make you stronger.
Question, all that you knew.
Question, it's how you'll find the truth.
Question, question,
It will only make you stronger.