There are the ones that suffer
There are the ones who run
I didn't ask for this part
I was chosen
And i don't know,even,why

פזמון:
In this way that we have become
no trueth or lie
will saprate us
we each went in diffrent ways
sank to oblivian
of our own death

And as we were
now is forgoten
the shinney moments
seem so far
our inousenss is broken now