Time Is In My Hands

We are the kids in the cradle of

Cold, anxious nightmares

We are the kids who sell love

For fake hope and broken dreams

Before the breakdown you hear us singing

Our desperate hymns

And no one will remember our names

But I will stand up again

And I can say here I go on my own again

I‘ll stand up for me now

Sure I know time is in my hands

And I will keep it in mind

That I will rule my world this time

Now I clean down all my grime

Here I go on my own again

We are the kids in the cradle of

Cold, anxious nightmares

We are the kids who sell love

For fake hope and broken dreams

Before the breakdown you hear us singing

Our desperate hymns

And no one will remember our names

But I will stand up again

And I can say here I go on my own again

I‘ll stand up for me now

Sure I know time is in my hands

And I will keep it in mind

That I will rule my world this time

Now I clean down all my grime

Here I go on my own again