Along with empty silence Here come the new mistakes. Endless and painful blindness Are results of what we create.
It's hard to find a reason. Solution's always late. We're making wrong decisions But always ready to complain.
There's fervor to build the fences And to put another stone into the wall. But when we feel completely empty, Here comes regret and we will fall.
It's hard to find a reason. Solution's always late. We're making wrong decisions But always ready to complain. It's hard to get some reasons. These things are always late. We're making wrong decisions But always ready to complain.
This is the self-made isolation and black wave destiny. It's so easy to be ready to blame and live in tragedy. But look around and save yourself for those who really care. You'll never know when rain will fall and pain will come before it's too late.