Song | These Hands |
Artist | Pressure 4-5 |
Album | Burning The Process |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Life. It抯 like | |
I抦 never there | |
Time. I抳e got no more to spare | |
Awake to the sound of a million people | |
Look around to see | |
That no one抯 there | |
CHORUS: Breaking out of a new cell | |
What you wanted to be | |
Try to reason | |
Try to think | |
Want some sympathy | |
Used. These hands are used and dirty | |
And screaming for something new | |
Wait. I抳e waited for so long | |
To break away from all that抯 wrong | |
But it抯 inconsequential | |
It seems nothing matters | |
It seems nothing matters unless you scream | |
CHORUS Used. | |
These hands are used and dirty | |
And screaming for something new | |
You said卬othing | |
Break up the pieces, they抮e killing you slowly | |
No fiction fact or fantasy could make you see | |
CHORUS |
Life. It zha like | |
I bing never there | |
Time. I ni e got no more to spare | |
Awake to the sound of a million people | |
Look around to see | |
That no one zha there | |
CHORUS: Breaking out of a new cell | |
What you wanted to be | |
Try to reason | |
Try to think | |
Want some sympathy | |
Used. These hands are used and dirty | |
And screaming for something new | |
Wait. I ni e waited for so long | |
To break away from all that zha wrong | |
But it zha inconsequential | |
It seems nothing matters | |
It seems nothing matters unless you scream | |
CHORUS Used. | |
These hands are used and dirty | |
And screaming for something new | |
You said ang othing | |
Break up the pieces, they zhen e killing you slowly | |
No fiction fact or fantasy could make you see | |
CHORUS |
Life. It zhā like | |
I bǐng never there | |
Time. I nǐ e got no more to spare | |
Awake to the sound of a million people | |
Look around to see | |
That no one zhā there | |
CHORUS: Breaking out of a new cell | |
What you wanted to be | |
Try to reason | |
Try to think | |
Want some sympathy | |
Used. These hands are used and dirty | |
And screaming for something new | |
Wait. I nǐ e waited for so long | |
To break away from all that zhā wrong | |
But it zhā inconsequential | |
It seems nothing matters | |
It seems nothing matters unless you scream | |
CHORUS Used. | |
These hands are used and dirty | |
And screaming for something new | |
You said áng othing | |
Break up the pieces, they zhěn e killing you slowly | |
No fiction fact or fantasy could make you see | |
CHORUS |