Fight to Feel
I fight to feel alive
Though I know I'm dead inside
Dark emotions always rise
In the quiet of the night
Opened up my eyes
Recognizing all the lies
Deeply rooted in my mind
Why is the truth so hard to find
Race against this clock
Now I'm running out of time
I want to be myself
Why has that been such a crime
Step across the line they have written in the sand
I try to understand the lines written in my hand
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
What is real
What is real
What is real
No one is closer to myself
Than that stranger in the mirror
Afraid to walk by faith
That's the danger of my fear
And I wonder every day
Why did God have to take me here
Lessons learned the hardest way
I guess He had to make them clear
Mana and quail
My manners went stale
I was manic in jail
Then He managed my bail
Was locked up
I looked up and His banner prevails
Forgive them, is what He said
As they hammered the nails
I have failed to comply
With the highest of praise
Wild child that He saved
From my wildest days
A labyrinth of braille
I've been feeling amazed
And these bars are simply scars displaying healing that stays
Healed by His wounds I write these tunes
And make a noise that is joyous
Steal our faith and kill our hope
The devil's out to destroy us
But God is on His job though
And I'm glad He employs us
But He gave His life to spend some time with you He enjoys us
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
What is real
What is real
What is real
I fight to feel alive
Though I know I'm dead inside
Dark emotions always rise
In the quiet of the night
Opened up my eyes
Recognizing all the lies
Deeply rooted in my mind
Why is the truth so hard to find
Race against this clock
Now I'm running out of time
I want to be myself
Why has that been such a crime
Step across the line they have written in the sand
I try to understand the lines written in my hand
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
What is real
What is real
What is real
Though I know I'm dead inside
Dark emotions always rise
In the quiet of the night
Opened up my eyes
Recognizing all the lies
Deeply rooted in my mind
Why is the truth so hard to find
Race against this clock
Now I'm running out of time
I want to be myself
Why has that been such a crime
Step across the line they have written in the sand
I try to understand the lines written in my hand
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
What is real
What is real
What is real
No one is closer to myself
Than that stranger in the mirror
Afraid to walk by faith
That's the danger of my fear
And I wonder every day
Why did God have to take me here
Lessons learned the hardest way
I guess He had to make them clear
Mana and quail
My manners went stale
I was manic in jail
Then He managed my bail
Was locked up
I looked up and His banner prevails
Forgive them, is what He said
As they hammered the nails
I have failed to comply
With the highest of praise
Wild child that He saved
From my wildest days
A labyrinth of braille
I've been feeling amazed
And these bars are simply scars displaying healing that stays
Healed by His wounds I write these tunes
And make a noise that is joyous
Steal our faith and kill our hope
The devil's out to destroy us
But God is on His job though
And I'm glad He employs us
But He gave His life to spend some time with you He enjoys us
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
What is real
What is real
What is real
I fight to feel alive
Though I know I'm dead inside
Dark emotions always rise
In the quiet of the night
Opened up my eyes
Recognizing all the lies
Deeply rooted in my mind
Why is the truth so hard to find
Race against this clock
Now I'm running out of time
I want to be myself
Why has that been such a crime
Step across the line they have written in the sand
I try to understand the lines written in my hand
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
Fight to feel
What is real
What is real
What is real
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Lowery
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.