Composure Songtext

von August Burns Red

Shake it off.
Pick yourself up, they say.
Your life fell apart in your hands, and you've got the scars to prove it.
It's not the first time, and they're getting deeper

Pull it together.
Button up your shirt.
Roll down those sleeves.
Don't let them see how you've coped.
It's not the first time, and they're getting deeper

More and more your demeanor looks like quicksand.
More and more your demeanor looks like quicksand.

It seems like your giving up
Giving up on everything you worked for.
It seems like your giving up
Giving up on everything you worked for.
It's pulling you under.
It's gripping around your throat.
It's pulling you under.
It's gripping around your throat.
It seems like your giving up on everything
It seems like your giving up on everything
It's pulling you under.
(It's pulling you under)

Life can be overwhelming
But don't turn your back on the strongest crutch you've ever had
You've ever had
They have always been there
To brace your fall.

Wave goodbye to the past.
You've got your whole life to lead.
Wave goodbye to the past.
You've got your whole life to lead.
Wave goodbye to the past.
You've got your whole life to lead.
Wave goodbye to the past.
You've got your whole life to lead.
You've got your whole life to lead.
You've got your whole life to lead.

It's time to gain some ground.