I've walked these streets a thousand times, still this world never seemed
colder.
Compromised a thousand times to the will of malicious minds.
Reality never hit so fucking hard.
Crushed by endless desperation, endless surrender.
Retrace the steps, retrace the steps.
Is this what I have become?
Retrace the steps, retrace the steps.
What the fuck have I become?
Security, illusion for the weak.
Refuge, sought in routine.
Another gear in their fucking machine.
See, you can win the rat race but you're still nothing but a fucking rat.
So seek that crown, because in this kingdom of fools true ignorance reigns
supreme.
I see this city for what it is, a monument to the depths of human misery.
Retrace the steps.
What have we become?
1 | Wild Eyes |
2 | Dark Days |
3 | Carrion |
4 | Sleepwalker |
5 | Romance Is Dead |
6 | Vice Grip |
7 | Idols And Anchors |
8 | Boneyards |
9 | Karma |
10 | Deliver Me |