Wake up, wake up, my God,
This is not a test and it's not too late to come lean
Get it off your chest
So steady your hand before your face and concentrate
There's got to be some stable ground left to walk on
So tear another page from the book
Are you asleep or just alone
Clear this room from your lungs
And pull yourself together man
On your back, you're sleeping in a bed of shame
Let the light breathe some new life into this room
It's what keeps you coming back
Made up of instaiable taste
Bury your head in your hands and sink into yourself
Just what are you so afraid of
You're staring truth in the face, so come on down
You're busy living now aren't you
You're busy making vows
You're coming unglued
Time is shorter than you kknow
I know the light is blinding to the naked eye,
So why don't you take steps away from being alone
I swear it's not too late for you
It's all worth reaching for the hand to pull you out
Wake up and step outside your box
Wake up
Underoath - Define the Great Line Album Lyrics
Underoath - Define the Great Line Lyrics
Writer: AARON GILLESPIE, CHRISTOPHER DUDLEY, GRANT BRANDELL, JAMES SMITH, TIMOTHY MCTAGUE, WILLIAM SPENCER CHAMBERLAIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
A Moment Suspended In Time
Held captive, I'm a prisoner
In the back room where the water leaks
And I'm, oh, so cold
Command me on what to do
But we both know
Neither you or I are in control
There's nothing left for me here
I'm grabbing on to what's left of this hole
It's all too real, this can't be happening
Never again, ever again, will I say I'm okay
I'm scared of the fate that will become mine
Become mine
No time to talk, no time to talk
You know the drill
Under my desk, this can't be it
I'm only dreaming (I've got to be dreaming)
But I can't get up
No time to talk, not this time (This is my place)
This is where I arrange
Under my desk, this can't be it
I'm only dreaming (I've got to be dreaming)
But I can't get up
No time to talk, not this time (This is my place)
This is where I arrange
It's so funny how
We see things so clear
When we have no time left to live
So, lay back now
And take it in
I won't say a word
So, lay back now
And take it in
And I won't say anything
I can't believe how it feels
To stand here in this room
And feel like it's gonna blow
I think we're all gonna blow
Under my desk, this can't be it
I'm only dreaming (I've got to be dreaming)
But I can't get up
No time to talk, not this time (This is my place)
This is where I arrange
Well, I've got to be dreaming (I've got to be dreaming)
We've got to be dreaming (We've got to be dreaming)
We've got to be
I've got to be dreaming (I've got to be dreaming)
We've got to be dreaming
Please, don't wake me up
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
In the back room where the water leaks
And I'm, oh, so cold
Command me on what to do
But we both know
Neither you or I are in control
There's nothing left for me here
I'm grabbing on to what's left of this hole
It's all too real, this can't be happening
Never again, ever again, will I say I'm okay
I'm scared of the fate that will become mine
Become mine
No time to talk, no time to talk
You know the drill
Under my desk, this can't be it
I'm only dreaming (I've got to be dreaming)
But I can't get up
No time to talk, not this time (This is my place)
This is where I arrange
Under my desk, this can't be it
I'm only dreaming (I've got to be dreaming)
But I can't get up
No time to talk, not this time (This is my place)
This is where I arrange
It's so funny how
We see things so clear
When we have no time left to live
So, lay back now
And take it in
I won't say a word
So, lay back now
And take it in
And I won't say anything
I can't believe how it feels
To stand here in this room
And feel like it's gonna blow
I think we're all gonna blow
Under my desk, this can't be it
I'm only dreaming (I've got to be dreaming)
But I can't get up
No time to talk, not this time (This is my place)
This is where I arrange
Well, I've got to be dreaming (I've got to be dreaming)
We've got to be dreaming (We've got to be dreaming)
We've got to be
I've got to be dreaming (I've got to be dreaming)
We've got to be dreaming
Please, don't wake me up
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end
Writer: Aaron Gillespie, Christopher Dudley, Grant Brandell, James Smith, Timothy Mctague, William Spencer Chamberlain
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
There Could Be Nothing After This
In the end we tend to think of how it began
I could never explain the picture it painted
And how it made me feel
Now the ceiling is in motion
The light centered and overlooked
You want to see me disappear? Well, so do I
So do I
Such a quiet evaporation
We're nothing but hollow vessels
In search of what makes us alive
I never said this was my revolution
When you looked me in the eye
Oh, how I've walked this white line
So many times before
What a feeble attempt
Just to feel alive
This is for you and your hopeless case
You never would, you never would
Leave me in your wish to fail every time
Every time I try
Talk about, talk about it
At least it makes you feel something
Inside
Who have I become
Who have I become
Oh God
Everything, everything
All around me
Is crumbling at my feet
Everything, everything
All around me
Is crumbling at my feet
I stare so delicate and ashamed
At the shell I've shed myself from
I stare so delicate and ashamed
In the eyes (this is for)
In the eyes of my ghost (you and your hopeless case)
In the eyes (this is for)
In the eyes of my ghost (you and your hopeless case)
And I will never look back
And I will never
And I will never look back
Again
I could never explain the picture it painted
And how it made me feel
Now the ceiling is in motion
The light centered and overlooked
You want to see me disappear? Well, so do I
So do I
Such a quiet evaporation
We're nothing but hollow vessels
In search of what makes us alive
I never said this was my revolution
When you looked me in the eye
Oh, how I've walked this white line
So many times before
What a feeble attempt
Just to feel alive
This is for you and your hopeless case
You never would, you never would
Leave me in your wish to fail every time
Every time I try
Talk about, talk about it
At least it makes you feel something
Inside
Who have I become
Who have I become
Oh God
Everything, everything
All around me
Is crumbling at my feet
Everything, everything
All around me
Is crumbling at my feet
I stare so delicate and ashamed
At the shell I've shed myself from
I stare so delicate and ashamed
In the eyes (this is for)
In the eyes of my ghost (you and your hopeless case)
In the eyes (this is for)
In the eyes of my ghost (you and your hopeless case)
And I will never look back
And I will never
And I will never look back
Again
Writer: Aaron Gillespie, Christopher Dudley, Grant Brandell, James Smith, Timothy Mctague, William Spencer Chamberlain
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Youre Ever So Inviting
The time has come for you
To sit this out
To fit inside your mold
Would be to sell myself short
This ground we tread upon (We turn the pages left to right)
Is now filling up to our necks (We see everything)
This ground we tread upon (We turn the pages left to right)
Is now filling up to our necks (We see everything)
Oh, my story's growing, it is on my last request
Don't make me feel so contradicting
There's no room for cheating and being yourself
Failure leaves such a bitter taste in my mouth
And on the last hour
We write so many new chapters again
And on the outside
Where there are no surprises
This ground we tread upon (we turn the pages left to right)
Is now filling up to our necks (we see everything)
Oh, it's getting longer and longer, come on
To see it through their eyes
Would bring me so much closer
You can do this night after night after night
Failure leaves such a bitter taste in my mouth
Taste and see
I swear I know what's good
Be still and know that they won't lie to you
Every single time you're facing lies
This ground we tread upon (we turn the pages left to right)
Is now filling up to our necks
This ground we tread upon (we turn the pages left to right)
Is now filling up to our necks (we see everything)
We see, we see, we see everything
We see, we see, we see everything
I know why you never take your eyes off me
I've used my lungs for everything but breathing
I know why you never take your eyes off me
I've used my lungs for everything but breathing
I find myself dried up in this conversation
So pull me out, pull me aside
I find myself dried up in this conversation
So pull me out, pull me aside
This ground we tread upon (we turn the pages left to right)
This ground we tread upon (we see everything)
This ground we tread upon (we turn the pages left to right)
This ground we tread upon (we see)
To sit this out
To fit inside your mold
Would be to sell myself short
This ground we tread upon (We turn the pages left to right)
Is now filling up to our necks (We see everything)
This ground we tread upon (We turn the pages left to right)
Is now filling up to our necks (We see everything)
Oh, my story's growing, it is on my last request
Don't make me feel so contradicting
There's no room for cheating and being yourself
Failure leaves such a bitter taste in my mouth
And on the last hour
We write so many new chapters again
And on the outside
Where there are no surprises
This ground we tread upon (we turn the pages left to right)
Is now filling up to our necks (we see everything)
Oh, it's getting longer and longer, come on
To see it through their eyes
Would bring me so much closer
You can do this night after night after night
Failure leaves such a bitter taste in my mouth
Taste and see
I swear I know what's good
Be still and know that they won't lie to you
Every single time you're facing lies
This ground we tread upon (we turn the pages left to right)
Is now filling up to our necks
This ground we tread upon (we turn the pages left to right)
Is now filling up to our necks (we see everything)
We see, we see, we see everything
We see, we see, we see everything
I know why you never take your eyes off me
I've used my lungs for everything but breathing
I know why you never take your eyes off me
I've used my lungs for everything but breathing
I find myself dried up in this conversation
So pull me out, pull me aside
I find myself dried up in this conversation
So pull me out, pull me aside
This ground we tread upon (we turn the pages left to right)
This ground we tread upon (we see everything)
This ground we tread upon (we turn the pages left to right)
This ground we tread upon (we see)
Writer: Aaron Gillespie, Christopher Dudley, Grant Brandell, James Smith, Timothy Mctague, William Spencer Chamberlain
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Sálmarnir
[Instrumental]
Mogushchestvennyy, Bog Bog, govorit i vyzyvayet zemlyu ot povysheniya solntsa k mestu, gde eto ustanavlivaet.
Iz Siona, sovershenstvovanie krasoty, Bog siyayet dal'she.
Nash Bog priyezhayet i ne derzhit tikhim, ogon' pozhiraniya - pered nim, i mogushchestvennoy bur'yey vse vokrug nego.
Iz Siona, sovershenstvovanie krasoty, Bog siyayet dal'she.
On prizivayet k nebesam vyshe i k zemle, chto on mozhet sudit' yego lyudey.
Nebesa obyavlyayut, chto yego spravedlivost', dlya samogo boga - sud'ba.
Mogushchestvennyy, Bog Bog, govorit i vyzyvayet zemlyu ot povysheniya solntsa k mestu, gde eto ustanavlivaet.
Iz Siona, sovershenstvovanie krasoty, Bog siyayet dal'she.
Nash Bog priyezhayet i ne derzhit tikhim, ogon' pozhiraniya - pered nim, i mogushchestvennoy bur'yey vse vokrug nego.
Iz Siona, sovershenstvovanie krasoty, Bog siyayet dal'she.
On prizivayet k nebesam vyshe i k zemle, chto on mozhet sudit' yego lyudey.
Nebesa obyavlyayut, chto yego spravedlivost', dlya samogo boga - sud'ba.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Returning Empty Handed
Speak of the years of growing weary..
I'll take this to the end
And watch the waves crash over me
Speak of the years of growing weary
I'll take this to the end
And watch the waves crash over me
I feel oh so over, come
With enough, time
To turn it all around
And I'm picture perfect
See the way, I've come
A sick sicker, illustration
My eyes roll back and focus, on what today
I cant still stand if you leave the hand to praise me
I'll take this on my own
I'll take this on my own
I'll take this on
I'll take this to the end
And watch the waves crash over me
Speak of the years of growing weary
I'll take this to the end
And watch the waves crash over me
I feel oh so over, come
With enough, time
To turn it all around
And I'm picture perfect
See the way, I've come
A sick sicker, illustration
My eyes roll back and focus, on what today
I cant still stand if you leave the hand to praise me
I'll take this on my own
I'll take this on my own
I'll take this on
Writer: AARON GILLESPIE, CHRISTOPHER DUDLEY, GRANT BRANDELL, JAMES SMITH, TIMOTHY MCTAGUE, WILLIAM SPENCER CHAMBERLAIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Casting Such A Thin Shadow
Speak up
My ears are growing weary
I'll sing this to the end
And watch the waves crash over me
Speak up
My ears are growing weary
I'll sing this to the end
And watch the waves crash over me
Not too much to overcome with enough time to turn it all around
In a picture perfect scenery I've become a stick figure illustration
My eyes roll back and focus on what's ahead
I can still stand if you lend the hand to brace me
I'll take this on my own
My ears are growing weary
I'll sing this to the end
And watch the waves crash over me
Speak up
My ears are growing weary
I'll sing this to the end
And watch the waves crash over me
Not too much to overcome with enough time to turn it all around
In a picture perfect scenery I've become a stick figure illustration
My eyes roll back and focus on what's ahead
I can still stand if you lend the hand to brace me
I'll take this on my own
Writer: AARON GILLESPIE, CHRISTOPHER DUDLEY, GRANT BRANDELL, JAMES SMITH, TIMOTHY MCTAGUE, WILLIAM SPENCER CHAMBERLAIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Moving For The Sake Of Motion
Someone please turn the lights back on
I've been wandering here for days,
Disconnected,
And in search for new air to breathe in
I don't think I can fix this
Dopn't think I could change
But that's the problem
We never speak to Him
Our closing walls have caged us in
And I can't quite remember
This was the first time I didn't say enough
This was the only time I kept it close
Enough
Brace yourself! They're not waking up
Oh, my God
I hate the me that I've become,
This needy useless forgetting one
Truthfully I can't be the me that I've
Washed up to be
Don't stop breathing
The walls have just begun to spin
Just let the water calm you this time
It's all around you, just open your eyes and
Take a look
It will never kill you; not this time
It's all around you
We're surrounded for all I care
Brace yourself right now
Lights out I'm not breathing
I can't keep swimming, can't keep my head up
I've been wandering here for days,
Disconnected,
And in search for new air to breathe in
I don't think I can fix this
Dopn't think I could change
But that's the problem
We never speak to Him
Our closing walls have caged us in
And I can't quite remember
This was the first time I didn't say enough
This was the only time I kept it close
Enough
Brace yourself! They're not waking up
Oh, my God
I hate the me that I've become,
This needy useless forgetting one
Truthfully I can't be the me that I've
Washed up to be
Don't stop breathing
The walls have just begun to spin
Just let the water calm you this time
It's all around you, just open your eyes and
Take a look
It will never kill you; not this time
It's all around you
We're surrounded for all I care
Brace yourself right now
Lights out I'm not breathing
I can't keep swimming, can't keep my head up
Writer: AARON GILLESPIE, CHRISTOPHER DUDLEY, GRANT BRANDELL, JAMES SMITH, TIMOTHY MCTAGUE, WILLIAM SPENCER CHAMBERLAIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Writing On The Walls
Maybe we, why don't we
Sit right here for half an hour?
We'll speak of what a waste I am,
And how we missed your beat again.
I swear we need to find some comfort in this run down place
To bridge the gap of this conscious state that we live in
And I'm short on time
How come you try
(that brings us home)
to fit the shape of
(and I pray for)
What they tell you
(you to move on, move on)
but mostly what they show you
At this rate we can't keep up
I'm taking back all the things I've said
I'm taking back all the things I've said
But I sure can't just sit still
Keep me filled in, I swear I'll come
We walk alone
We walk alone
We walk alone
We walk alone
We walk alone
We walk alone
Back home
Alone, back home
You're almost gone and I'm okay
(I still see your shadow)
To give you time to be afraid
(but never your face)
I still, I remember your presence
I hope to God you come down
I hope to God you feel this now
I hope to God you come down
I hope to...God
I know there must be some way out of here
And all of them will be waiting there.
Sit right here for half an hour?
We'll speak of what a waste I am,
And how we missed your beat again.
I swear we need to find some comfort in this run down place
To bridge the gap of this conscious state that we live in
And I'm short on time
How come you try
(that brings us home)
to fit the shape of
(and I pray for)
What they tell you
(you to move on, move on)
but mostly what they show you
At this rate we can't keep up
I'm taking back all the things I've said
I'm taking back all the things I've said
But I sure can't just sit still
Keep me filled in, I swear I'll come
We walk alone
We walk alone
We walk alone
We walk alone
We walk alone
We walk alone
Back home
Alone, back home
You're almost gone and I'm okay
(I still see your shadow)
To give you time to be afraid
(but never your face)
I still, I remember your presence
I hope to God you come down
I hope to God you feel this now
I hope to God you come down
I hope to...God
I know there must be some way out of here
And all of them will be waiting there.
Writer: AARON GILLESPIE, CHRISTOPHER DUDLEY, GRANT BRANDELL, JAMES SMITH, TIMOTHY MCTAGUE, WILLIAM SPENCER CHAMBERLAIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Everyone Looks So Good From Here
In a deep breath it all starts to change.
Flip my world inside out, honestly I like it better this way
When I mesh the night through the back of my eyes
I have put myself here
I'm the culprit
I am the culprit
I've been swallowed up alive
Shut down
Building from the inside out
I can finally walk through the walls
I swear I've slipped right through the cracks in the floor
It's so easy when it's pulling me under
Now I can see things from the outside, and I will sit here with no place in mind
I can't escape from his place, this is so unfamiliar to me
I can hear the unsatisfying silence
My mouth is open but none of you can hear me
Flip my world inside out, honestly I like it better this way
When I mesh the night through the back of my eyes
I have put myself here
I'm the culprit
I am the culprit
I've been swallowed up alive
Shut down
Building from the inside out
I can finally walk through the walls
I swear I've slipped right through the cracks in the floor
It's so easy when it's pulling me under
Now I can see things from the outside, and I will sit here with no place in mind
I can't escape from his place, this is so unfamiliar to me
I can hear the unsatisfying silence
My mouth is open but none of you can hear me
Writer: AARON GILLESPIE, CHRISTOPHER DUDLEY, GRANT BRANDELL, JAMES SMITH, TIMOTHY MCTAGUE, WILLIAM SPENCER CHAMBERLAIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
To Whom It May Concern
So hold your head up high and know it's not the end of the road
Walk down this beaten path before you pack your things and head home
At the end of the road you'll find what you've been longing for
I know 'cause my feet have the scars to show
I was lost with vague direction and no place to call home
It's time for you to press on
This is not your war
Set your sights to North and press on
This is not your escape
Wash way what they thought of you
Because in this place, we're all as good as dead
...end cycle...
Behind the mask you'll find yourself alone
It's not the end of road for you
Walk down this beaten path before you pack your things and head home
At the end of the road you'll find what you've been longing for
I know 'cause my feet have the scars to show
I was lost with vague direction and no place to call home
It's time for you to press on
This is not your war
Set your sights to North and press on
This is not your escape
Wash way what they thought of you
Because in this place, we're all as good as dead
...end cycle...
Behind the mask you'll find yourself alone
It's not the end of road for you
Writer: TIMOTHY MCTAGUE, AARON GILLESPIE, CHRISTOPHER DUDLEY, GRANT BRANDELL, JAMES SMITH, WILLIAM SPENCER CHAMBERLAIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Define the Great Line is the fifth studio album by American rock band Underoath. It was released on June 20, 2006, through Tooth & Nail Records. Five months after the release of their fourth studio album They're Only Chasing Safety, the band were already in the process of working towards its follow-up. Recording took place between January and March 2006 at Zing Recording Studios in Westfield, Massachusetts, and Glow in the Dark Studios in Atlanta, Georgia, with Adam Dutkiewicz of Killswitch Engage, Matt Goldman and the band as producers. Define the Great Line is predominantly a metalcore and emo album, which has also been tagged as post-metal and post-hardcore. The variety of styles was an unintentional move by the band, who took influence from At the Drive-In, Beloved and Cult of Luna, among others.
Preceded by festival appearances and a headlining tour in the United States, "Writing on the Walls" was released as the first single from Define the Great Line on June 27, 2006. Underoath headlined the main stage of Warped Tour, though dropped off because of tension within the band. They toured Central and South America and Canada, prior to joining the international edition of the Taste of Chaos tour. "In Regards to Myself" appeared as the second single in the midst of this on November 27, 2006, followed by the third single "You're Ever So Inviting" on January 23, 2007. Underoath spent the first half of the year touring the North America with Taking Back Sunday, Norma Jean, and Maylene and the Sons of Disaster. They appeared on Warped Tour again, and closed the year with another headlining US tour, which saw drummer Aaron Gillespie temporarily replaced by Kenny Bozich.
Define the Great Line received generally favorable reviews from music critics, many of whom highlighted the various musical styles, and praised Spencer Chamberlain for his growth as a vocalist. The album peaked at number two on the Billboard 200, becoming the highest charting Christian release on said chart since 1997. It was certified gold in the US by the Recording Industry Association of America by the end of 2006; the music video for "Writing on the Walls" was nominated for a 2007 Grammy Award for Best Short Form Music Video. Define the Great Line has been re-pressed on vinyl and performed in its entirety over the years.
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UnderoathPreceded by festival appearances and a headlining tour in the United States, "Writing on the Walls" was released as the first single from Define the Great Line on June 27, 2006. Underoath headlined the main stage of Warped Tour, though dropped off because of tension within the band. They toured Central and South America and Canada, prior to joining the international edition of the Taste of Chaos tour. "In Regards to Myself" appeared as the second single in the midst of this on November 27, 2006, followed by the third single "You're Ever So Inviting" on January 23, 2007. Underoath spent the first half of the year touring the North America with Taking Back Sunday, Norma Jean, and Maylene and the Sons of Disaster. They appeared on Warped Tour again, and closed the year with another headlining US tour, which saw drummer Aaron Gillespie temporarily replaced by Kenny Bozich.
Define the Great Line received generally favorable reviews from music critics, many of whom highlighted the various musical styles, and praised Spencer Chamberlain for his growth as a vocalist. The album peaked at number two on the Billboard 200, becoming the highest charting Christian release on said chart since 1997. It was certified gold in the US by the Recording Industry Association of America by the end of 2006; the music video for "Writing on the Walls" was nominated for a 2007 Grammy Award for Best Short Form Music Video. Define the Great Line has been re-pressed on vinyl and performed in its entirety over the years.
Genre(s): Metalcore, emo, post-metal, post-hardcore
Length: 45:58
Released: June 20th, 2006
Year: 2006