What is left here today Is not much so let's not celebrate At least your conscience is clean On this new day
The sound of plague growing Is very familiar or so it seems An empty imitation of love Oh the new day in shades of grey, now...
You shouldn't leave Simply cause I couldn't bleed Now lick the debris to See just how damaged are we
The burden will always remain When hope was never really here to stay And how damaged have this become The state we're in is wearing thin, now...
The wounds we've made along the way... Over and over again
What is left here to say It's not much so let's not celebrate At least your conscience is clean The brand new day, we're all depraved, now...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
