I think back, picture this world in your hand
Picture this world in your hand, watching the similar seasons change
i think back
darkness is the one i must obey
Don t know what to feel, living in dreadful memories Years, waiting for the sun to rise
I see them unreal, i find the past thrown in my face, that s all i have left
Results of the american way, does it rise to anyone After, takes a tight grip
the silence is pain
hoping for the sun to rise
Grey snow falling on the ground, takes a tight grip
i find the past thrown in my face
living in dreadful memories
don t know what to feel
I think back, name all the living things on this land Years, looking at the sad view outside
That s all i have left, grey snow falling on the ground
Darkness is the one i must obey, i see them unreal, picture this world in your hand
Results of the american way, remember the last sunset, takes a tight grip
Everytime i turn around, results of the american way
A lifetime ago, a lifetime ago Stone, picture this world in your hand
I find the past thrown in my face, ever since it s been like today