Empty Seasons

Adrian: I try not to think about this, it's making me nauseous All these moments, frozen in time, all these faces What have i become? no aim, no soul Are we better than the ones we hated back then? did we leave anything behind? Just another empty man. (No aim, no soul) You will find me day after day in your dreams All this is burning like sulfur. Wasted hopes, the need to escape Bury me! something better may grow out of my carcass Andrei: Look back and then you'll live in sorrow It's not too late to replace your dreams It's not too late to leave the darkness to begin again Just rewind, look back and scream Time to rewrite your wasted youth