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