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Lyrics: From Our Hands. Buildings Fall. Running Fever.


I saw the light in backroom
It was shining over me
I don't feel like dying
But I can barely breathe
Now it's time to realise who we really are
Nothing seems like misery
I'm here with open arms

Depression frustration
Cuts me like a knife making a section
I don't trust these eyes I don't trust in everything what I've become

Don't try to ruin my life
Don't try to read my mind
Thoughts are running fever
Even though you tried to figure it
Don't count on me
Oh that's not gonna be
I see you're under pressure
Even though you try to figure it out

This is who I really am and this is what it's all about
Pressure in my chest gets stronger
Day to day I'm down and out
Hey look at me now I'm thinking
Hey look at me now I'm breathing
Standing here in front of you and always strive for more

Always keep your dignity and trust
In whatever you do and what ever you believe in
From Our Hands