Do you ever feel remorse?
For the things that you have lost?
There was a point of no return, nevermore?
But now there is just emptiness, there's no backdoor?
With the tie in your hand,
You think there's no more left than hell.
But there are things you can do
It's not about
What you were
It's what you are.
What you want to be.
You're a victim of vanished times!
It's just a book with printed lines.
A thousand crimes, a thousand tears, its gone for years
Now take that shit, try to split and fight your fears?
Disconnect yourself,
From the past
The world is someone else,
So are you.
Just crash the narrow mind,
You need to do.
With the tie in your hand,
You think there's no more left than hell.
But there are things you can do
It's not about
What you were
It's what you are.
What you want to be.
What feels like bitter grief,
Is just a new relief.
Do you ever feel remorse?
For the things that you have lost?
There was a point of no return, nevermore?
But now there is just emptiness, there's no backdoor?
With the tie in your hand,
You think there's no more left than hell.
But there are things you can do
It's not about
What you were
It's what you are.
What you want to be.