| [00:13.64] | Take away all of this pain, |
| [00:16.59] | Life feels like it's all in vain, |
| [00:20.48] | Life feels like it's all in vain, |
| [00:21.80] | Blindingly it seeps through the trees, |
| [00:26.74] | Burning bright subconscious streams, |
| [00:29.11] | Falling light dismantled dreams. |
| [00:32.22] | We are too far gone, |
| [00:35.54] | We are too far gone, |
| [00:39.43] | We are too far gone, |
| [00:42.46] | We were never meant to make it this far. |
| [00:45.84] | We are too far gone, |
| [00:49.37] | We are too far gone, |
| [00:52.87] | We are too far gone, |
| [00:55.37] | We were never meant to make it this far. |
| [01:00.56] | I feel the rage, |
| [01:03.81] | And it burns the pages, |
| [01:07.68] | Of all these yesterdays. |
| [01:13.50] | We are all damaged and wrong, |
| [01:18.56] | Like to sing for death alone, |
| [01:21.06] | Like to sing for death alone, |
| [01:23.75] | Hope has gone cold with it's cause, |
| [01:28.62] | Lost inside it's every flaw, |
| [01:31.37] | Life is finally swallowed raw |
| [01:34.62] | We are too far gone, |
| [01:38.31] | We are too far gone, |
| [01:38.75] | We are too far gone, |
| [01:43.87] | We were never meant to make it this far. |
| [01:47.75] | I feel the rage, |
| [01:52.22] | And it burns the pages, |
| [01:55.47] | Of all these yesterdays. |
| [02:02.28] | I'm covered fast, |
| [02:06.07] | In the falling ashes, |
| [02:09.26] | Of all these yesterdays. |
| [02:15.54] | |
| [02:40.58] | With the end in sight, |
| [02:41.46] | I clench what's left of light, |
| [02:44.20] | Press it against my head, |
| [02:47.20] | And dream of the color red |
| [02:51.02] | With the end in sight, |
| [02:53.89] | I clench what's left of light, |
| [02:57.33] | Press it against my head, |
| [03:00.58] | And dream of the color red |
| [03:04.08] | I feel the rage, |
| [03:07.11] | And it burns the pages, |
| [03:10.30] | Of all these yesterdays. |
| [03:17.24] | I'm covered fast, |
| [03:18.80] | In the falling ashes, |
| [03:23.86] | Of all these yesterdays. |
| [03:30.18] | I feel the rage, |
| [03:33.43] | And it burns the pages, |
| [03:37.55] | Of all these yesterdays. |
| [03:43.94] | I'm covered fast, |
| [03:47.22] | In the falling ashes, |
| [03:50.60] | Of all these yesterdays. |
| [03:57.32] | We are too far gone, |
| [04:00.51] | We are too far gone, |
| [04:03.95] | We are too far gone, |
| [04:06.32] | We were, never meant to make it this far. |