Besedila: Saint Vitus. C.O.D.. Get Away.

Wipe your bloodshot eyes
The day is new
Time to face your pain
Your life is everything
But reality
Just yourself to blame
As you start to crawl
Through the paces
Shed another tear
Scream and moan about
How it should have been
And why are you here?
Take a good look
In the mirror
And tell me what you see
Reflections of your past
The way it should have stayed
You let it get away
When you were
Very young
The future seemed so clear
But as you leave

Your childhood
Clouds begin to appear
So now you're growing tired
And pain lives in your head
You've done too many things
That only leave regrets
You're sitting
All alone
No friends to your name
They all left
Years ago
They couldn't take the strain
Your life's been
Totally wasted
Your dreams are torn apart
You could have
Had the good life
But now you'll just depart
Yo let it get away