Never looking back
Never looking at the past
Repeating everything
Reliving all mistakes
We can't go back
To the way it was before
We lost touch with the truth
And our morals
Never looking back
Never looking at the past
Repeating everything
Reliving all mistakes
Wouldn't it be settling, to see the world resetting?
Living off a dead man's dollar
Thriving off a dead man's dream
I'm a spitting image of my old man
But i'd never spit on the image of man
I just want to hear the organ swell
Before the flames reach up from the depths of hell
This world is burning
It's all crashing down
This world is burning
And we did it to our selves