There's much inside but I don't seem to know
how to let it out, I thought I would
but words and thoughts just wouldn't match.

And I don't care if I will ever write
a song that you could feel, it's my own fight
just me against myself, last man standing wins.

So here I am, just look at me
and listen close cause I'm finally


Finding the rhythms to let these feelings go
feeling the words and just bursting into song
shouting away every little piece of hate
or faithlessness, what saves me from myself is

Finding the rhythms to let these feelings go
feeling the words and just bursting into song
shouting away every little piece of hate
or faithlessness, now your only chance is going down.


Waking up and feeling like I was
back to my toughest days, anxiety I thought would never
catch up to me again.

A different place in a different time
the same old need of understanding why
a different you, a different me
and even though it does not change a thing.

I'm standing here, a ball of flames
burning the strongest right before I faint and


Finding the rhythms to let these feelings go
feeling the words and just bursting into song
shouting away every little piece of hate
or faithlessness, what saves me from myself is

Finding the rhythms to let these feelings go
feeling the words and just bursting into song
shouting away every little piece of hate
or faithlessness, hide my fear but it's still right behind.


Catching up, it's catching up
it's catching up to me again
fight your battles, scream your thoughts
your life is not attached to fate.

Catching up, it's catching up
it's catching up to me again
learn the lesson, know the road
this life is not to be forfeit.