Armchair Sanctuary Lyrics - Singles - Last Tuesday

Throw my hands up I'm backing out 

Throw down my guns, I'm gicing up the fight to prove them right 

Gotta get away from myself, if I'm gonna make it out alive 

Standing on the sidelines spitting my 2 cents 

celebrating arrogance while hiding in a drowd of cynics 

passive passion proves my life is passing me by 

I'll never make it out alive 

This meaning is fleeting, just when we really need it 

A building and nothing more, these empty walls are bound to fall 

Throw my hands up, I've had enough 

I've been the first, I've seen the top of feeling down and out 

I gotta get away from myself, and I'll never make it out alive 

I'll be there if you feel like you're falling 

I know we're going all the way, I know we're searching for the answers 

And it's not enough when you're losing heart 

Instead of backing out just put in your part 

Searching for where we are going