Everything is full of fucking shame And I was in a rut of dishonest game I feel no longer that I can be prime
I don't know who is right or to blame Every morning seems to be the same Because I have been lost in time.
Chorus: Someone tells me please What to do? How can I drive bad memories? Far away! I beg you let me delete All is the past that has passed The one that I would field.
To live unconsciously - I don't agree, But my spirit is in agony. To turn against myself is a grievous crime.
Appreciate your life every day, Be yourself no matter what they say As long as I have been lost in time.