The Path

Years up in the mountains
Face into the headwinds
I thought we’d reached the peak
And then a thousand miles ahead
A thousand more again
Worn down and out of it
I can’t see the end
Can’t find where we began
 
The air is thin
We’re pressed to forfeit
But take the next step
          
Deep breath; we march ahead
Hands up to the One who leads us in
Hold tight, it’s not the end
And this is worth the risk
 
Heads up, hear the war cry
Sword drawn in a gunfight
The battle lines close in on every side
Our bodies stiff and tired
We just climbed a thousand miles
But we were born to fight
As long as we’re alive
 
The war begins
Farewell, I’m off again
It’s time to fall in
 
Deep breath; we march ahead
Hands up to the One who leads us in
Hold tight, it’s not the end
And this is worth the risk
 
Dim the lights
Bring in the fight
Let trials arise
We’ll be fine
 
Mend the apathy
Revive the fight in me
Light up the life in me
I could go on forever
 
Deep breath; we march ahead
Hands up to the One who leads us in
Hold tight, it’s not the end
And this is worth the risk

Sunset hits the water
Normal day like any other
Circle round, repeat, the same
In a world abundant
Feels like I have nothing to say
 
Idle as I’ve ever been
Hoping that my past successes
Will carry me through the day
Pressure drives the motivated
But, as for me, I tend to hate it
Pressure drives my will to fray
 
Even if we know that we chose the right path,
Faith against time is a drag to grind through
Even if we’re honest, we won’t let it rest
We learn in time to open our hands
And when the volume lights sit idle
Start it up again
 
Withered in the bitter winds’ whip
Ever-thinning my resistance
I’m ready, let me go to rest
I’ve blocked out all the world
In my need to be secluded
A need to find my roots again
 
Write me a list of reasons
Why I should keep from leaving
I need to see it on the page
‘Cause failure forgets the efforts made
The energy, the hours paid
Are we gonna let it go to waste?
 
Even if we know that we chose the right path,
Faith against time is a drag to grind through
Even if we’re honest, we won’t let it rest
We learn in time to open our hands
And when the volume lights sit idle
Start it up again
 
Even if we know that we chose the right path
Faith against time is a drag to grind through
Even if we’re honest, we won’t let it rest
We learn in time to open our hands
And when the volume lights sit idle
Start it up again
When the volume lights sit idle
Start it up again
Take a deep breath and start it up again

Idle

As they dish, they say we’re different
I’m all for it, I want to be remembered
Duplicate, repeat the same thing
It’s so boring playing in a box
Picky, picky, can’t quite pin it
I’ll admit it’s happening again
Losing touch with tired traditions
Set a new beat, make you feel it
 
Shivers of a rhythm creeping up your spine
Don’t be shy, we won’t bite
Let the music take you to the place you like
Clap your fives in time
Write, review, and change our minds
A hundred times to get it right
Learn to love when you don’t hear the same thing twice
Diverse by design
 
Got the riff raff, got the good kids
Got the ones who never quite fit in
No news to you, it’s what you’re used to
Changing tunes to reach the masses
Now we’re all in, party’s happening
Stage is set, the crowd is settling
When the lights hit, raise your voices
Raise the roof, raise up your hands
 
It’s shivers of a rhythm creeping up your spine
Don’t be shy, we won’t bite
Let the music take you to the place you like
Clap your fives in time
Write, review, and change our minds
A hundred times to get it right
Learn to love when you don’t hear the same thing twice
Diverse by design
 
Are you alive or dead?
Lose your mind, don’t lose your head
Alive or dead
 
Are you alive or dead?
Lose your mind, don’t lose your head
Alive or dead
 
Shivers of a rhythm creeping up your spine
Don’t be shy, we won’t bite
Let the music take you to the place you like
Clap your fives in time
Write, review, and change our minds
A hundred times to get it right
Learn to love when you don’t hear the same thing twice
Diverse by design
 
Oh, Shivers of a rhythm creeping up your spine
Don’t be shy, we won’t bite
Let the music take you to the place you like
Clap your fives in time
Write, review, and change our minds
A hundred times to get it right
Change up our routine and don’t apologize
Diverse by design

Django Fett

So many days since the grass turned brown
Well it’s dead now
I used to wait at the door somehow
But you moved out
 
Postage is a twenty dollar bill
To send the letters I’m holding onto still
Across the ocean and above the hills to get to you
 
If I pretend you’re here, would it hold me?
If I pretend you’re home, would I still be lonely?
This empty house feels strange, like it’s not mine
 
Staring at the calendar and counting time
Till you come back
Several months since anyone has seen a smile
That’s not an act
 
Postage is a twenty dollar bill
To send the letters I haven’t written still
Across the ocean and above the hills to get to you
 
If I pretend you’re here, would it hold me?
If I pretend you’re home, would I still be lonely?
This empty house feels strange, like it’s not mine
 
I don’t need you here
Maybe this is good for me
I don’t need you home
I’m probably meant to be alone
This empty shell feels scraped from the inside
 
I’ll be fine
Yes, I’ll be fine
I said I’ll be fine
I said I’m fine
 
I have come to the conclusion    
In isolation there’s a lesson
This sense of empty is illusion
To feel alone is to forget Him
 
Don’t fear the path though it’s cracked and secluded
I know you feel lost and unattached but it gets better in time

Postage

Heat under pressure bound to blow
Reared up, intent to go
Caught me off guard, it built up slow
Till screens couldn’t hide the smoke
 
You see, I’m made of rock
With a touch of hot lava
And if I erupt at the wrong time
We all go up
 
So what if I can’t — I can’t help it?
Can you see?
It’s obvious that I can’t help it
 
Ticking atomic clock inside
Fine-tuned and wound uptight
Years spent between the click and chime
Gears clocking overtime
I’ve had enough
 
So what if I can’t — I can’t help it?
Can you see?
It’s obvious that I can’t help it
 
My head spills out of my mouth sometimes
When the progress meets the brakes
Please be patient, I’m invested in the bottom line
But it’s getting hard to wait
 
So what if I can’t — I can’t help it?
Can you see?
It’s obvious that I can’t hold it in

Enough

How can we march ahead
With our frostbitten lungs in the cold wind
No time, no quiet, no rest
And I can’t see the end

The Ascent (Day 5279)

Breakthrough is a Christian rock band hailing from Nerstrand, MN. They've released 4 album and a remix between 2009 and 2018. 

For booking info, contact us at shon@breakthroughrocks.com.