Your youth was such a lovely time You never wanted such a bad outcome And now you`re sitting at the corner of a shabby bar Remembering your youth
Your ears can`t hear the music that you used to love You knees are hurt & your eyes are tired You blame yourself for such a bad outcome Remembering how easy were days of your youth
And now you know that it`s only your fault You `ve took much more that one man can hold You threat your dream, you`ve trucked it for gold And now you lonely, loathsome greedy and old
And now you so afraid to die You saw a sigil at the sky It told that you are coming next Blood of betrayed is still on your hands