Lyrics
Through a modern dream, some estranged to this world
It s not a way of life to live in hiding, away from all the youth
Reflections staring back at me in a perfect world, away from all the youth
To represent there is another way, and the pattern of the art of war represents disease, through another time to scatter everything
It s never worth complaining when a life is on the line in your mind, to these days, away from all the youth
To these days, reflections staring back at me in a perfect world, where we are forced to raise ourselves
Away from all the youth, to these days
reflections staring back at me in a perfect world
when does it end in silence
To these days, it s not a way of life to live in hiding, the pictures painted in our minds are all we have today
Reflections staring back at me in a perfect world, to take away a promise that we made before the, to break the fall
where we are forced to raise ourselves
To take away a promise that we made before, to creep between the lines that we can t afford
a fallacy of truth
A fallacy of truth, through a modern dream, to these days
Where we are forced to raise ourselves, through another time to scatter everything
When does it end in silence, through violence Gun, and some play tired games
Through mistrust, to represent there is another way
all the patriotic sentiment
through another time to scatter everything
To break the fall, it s never worth complaining when a life is on the line in your mind Silence, to these days
to these days
it s never worth complaining when a life is on the line in your mind
Where we are forced to raise ourselves, reflections staring back at me in a perfect world Break, to break the fall