Texty: August Burns Red. Home. Shot Below The Belt.

Don't you understand me?
Don't you understand me?
This cloud over my head is not okay
Is not okay

There are things that I need to get done, need to get done
There are things that I need to get done, need to get done
And it doesn't give you permission
To take a shot below the belt

What a bittersweet symphony life is
But I wouldn't have it any other way

We have such little time, let's not spend it in anger
In anger, in anger
I am in the deep end and I can't find air
I can't find air

I'm throwing punches with a blindfold on
I'm throwing punches with a blindfold on
I'm throwing punches with a blindfold on
I'm throwing punches with a blindfold on

Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up

Because I may just brake suddenly
I may just brake suddenly
I may just brake suddenly
I may just brake

I would rather not explode, that's your job
I am stuck in between two worlds
In a maze of dreams and thoughts

What a bittersweet symphony life is
But I wouldn't have it any other way
Have it any other way