Texty: In Flames. Clayman. ...as The Future Repeats Today.

For so long I tried to be like you
Pushed aside with no time to evolve

There's no place that still remains
Never deserted, space all left in gray
Why did we lose the knowledge of time?
Is this the price, the hell we pay?

The poisoned fear known to man
Is he who try to find his path
The collective force blaming you
This is a day we split in half

Thrown to the gallow, forgotten and sore
Sworn to be different in what way I can
The sultry taste that is special to me
The last gleeful glimpse of a bitter man in you

We're down and troubled in search for better days
We're back to the beginning, I'm at the end again
All of my time, compressed to itching moments
As the future repeats today

So impressed, I lost the faith in all I had
Broken down, I'm on my way to be dissolved

The hopes and prays of things to come
I've lost them all with glory
Why don't you aim for that short-lived joy?
I see gold and all that lies before me

So we ignore the beggars cup
Praise your act in the Grand Finale
Teach the unborn the winners sign
A welcome grin to the world Royal

We're down and troubled in search for better days
I'm back to the beginning, I'm at the end again
All of my time compressed to itching moments
As the future repeats today

Down and troubled in search for better days
Back to the beginning, I'm at the end again
All of my time, compressed to itching moments
As the future repeats today, today and away