Texty: So They Say. Antidote For Irony. Anxiety Is Setting In.

It was cold and dark
I seemed very out of place.
I felt my legs get weak
And the walls start to shake
But anxiety is setting in.
The leaves were growing hands pulling my skin
and that's when I put my hands around
the only thing that made sense

We're on our own
So here's the news we've been set up and
I caught a glimpse of what's to come
I guess that we should have known

We're on our own
So here's the news we've been set up and
I caught a glimpse of what's to come
I guess that we should have known

It's so unjust it seems
that I can't see what you see
and I found the cancer still alive.
It's coursing through our veins.
We'll never be the same
and that's why I put my hands around
the only thing that made sense

We're on our own
So here's the news we've been set up and
I caught a glimpse of what's to come
I guess that we should have known

We're on our own
So here's the news we've been set up and
I caught a glimpse of what's to come
I guess that we should have known

I guess that we should have known
(I guess that we're on our own)
I guess that we're on our own
(I guess that we should have known)

We're on our own
So here's the news we've been set up and
I caught a glimpse of what's to come
I guess that we should have known

We're on our own, we're on our own
They never wanted, wanted us to know

(Thanks to alex for these lyrics)