| Song | These Hands |
| Artist | Pressure 4-5 |
| Album | Burning The Process |
| 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 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 |