Last Tuesday Armchair Sanctuary lyrics

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