Texty: Truth (The). Split With Something Inside. Looking Back.

I remember when
time were better than these days
brothers what happened?
brothers what happend to us?
all the time I spend
all the fucking energy
got nothing to give
cuz' I've lost my trust in you
gotta ask myself this question
where should this fucking game end?
I don't know anything
everything runs through my hand
it's not time
it's not worst
nothing is meant to last
it's not time
time for looking back
I remember when
times were better than these days
will the new days
will they now belong to us?
all the time I spend
all the fucking energy
to create something new
something that we call our own
new days
new times
better times
our fucking times
looking back