Lyrics
THESE CONDEMNED DAYS ARE SHARP AND COLD LIKE THE NAMES NO ONE MUST SAY.
LED TO THE TIME OF CROSSROADS, THE PROMISE OF FORGIVENESS NOW FADES AWAY.
FACEDOWN TO ALTERED IMAGES, EMBRACING THE ONLY REFERENCE.
RELEASE YOUR BREATH AND MUTE ALL THOSE MOMENTS BEFORE THE FINAL SILENCE.
SOMEWHERE SOMEONE MIGHT PRETEND TO KNOW THE ANSWER.
SOMETIMES SOMEONE MIGHT PRETEND TO TAME THE FUTURE.
AND WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE, REMAINS THE TASTE OF ANGER.
THE BLEEDING CONSENT DRAINS SO MANY QUESTIONS.
THE CALL OF GUILT DRIPS ONTO GENERATIONS.
ON TOP OF RAVAGED HOMES, STILL LINGERS THE WEIGHT OF THE UNSAID.
INSIDE THE AFFECTED HEADS, STILL THE SAME ENDLESS REGRET REFRAINS.
Written by: Nicolas Bazire, Sylvain Etasse
