Vārdi: Funeral. A Matter Of Time.

Have we lost it all? How much longer will we be alive? Every summer spent fucking around. Grinding the axe in our old hometown. What was once ours now becomes theirs, as we're getting nowhere, pointing fingers, and splitting hairs. Have we lost it all (is it all gone)? Never. Never grow old so long as we believe. Tearing the roof off of the eve. Turning the nighttime into day. They'll never be as strong as we can be, so long as we can change the game. I have a secret no one knows about. But pretty soon I'll be calling out. One will become two, two will yeild four, and pretty soon there will be thousands more. These are our lives we lead