Texty: Dead Hearts. Other. These Are Our Lives.

These are our lives
But we act like the walking dead
With hollow eyes we watch our time
Slip through our hands
And nothing's ever said
No matter what we're taught
Or what we're told
In the end

We die alone

These are our lives
And we all die alone
And we're taking back our time
We're taking back our lives
We're taking back