Eight Six It All

Time is flying by
all that remains
are unanswered questions which no one has ever asked
they carved into my brain
they’re appearing every day
can’t get ride of them can’t make them go away
Luck does not leave scars
we never learn from peace
And we are all products of our dreams and memories
and we are all just products of aur sins and tragedies
What do you think would happen if we charged the rules
if we went abroad to start somewhere sometimes new
are we in someone’s debt
are we just afraid
it’s time to walk the talk
we’ve got no time to waste wake up
This is the siren