Where, where do you see yourself
in these times of nothing,
where all we had is lost.
Years, years that have passed us by
and still we hold our head on,
now seems to fade away.
Price of progression.
It never meant something to me
but those days that we had
I will never forget.
Those days we had
I will not forget.
Now, now that I reflect those times
it still hurts to hear your words.
Like thorns they lie inside, inside of me.
Still crumbling, still rotting.
Grey faces, empty s***es.
The places you saw.
The saw that broke me.
It´s pounding inside
but i will not forget.
Those days that we had
I will never forget.
Those days we shared
I will not forget.
in these times of nothing,
where all we had is lost.
Years, years that have passed us by
and still we hold our head on,
now seems to fade away.
Price of progression.
It never meant something to me
but those days that we had
I will never forget.
Those days we had
I will not forget.
Now, now that I reflect those times
it still hurts to hear your words.
Like thorns they lie inside, inside of me.
Still crumbling, still rotting.
Grey faces, empty s***es.
The places you saw.
The saw that broke me.
It´s pounding inside
but i will not forget.
Those days that we had
I will never forget.
Those days we shared
I will not forget.