Besedila: Theatre Of Tragedy. Musique. Retrospect.

Here we are, we stand in line
One more time today, there is no sense
The cigarette in hand, it?s all gone bad
No name, privilege, no hope and fame

We?ve seen it all before
We?ve seen it all before
We?ve seen it all before
And it seems like a mirror of our future

We?ve seen it all before
We?ve seen it all before
We?ve seen it all before
And it seems like a mirror of your future

We were waiting for something
We were listening to hear the heartbeats
It could take us, it could take our names
It?s the same as no hope and fame

We?ve seen it all before
We?ve seen it all before
We?ve seen it all before
And it seems like a mirror of our future

We?ve seen it all before
We?ve seen it all before
We?ve seen it all before
And it seems like a mirror of your future

We?ve seen it all before

This is no age for us
It seems we're out of class
We are fragile
Like statues made of sand

We?ve seen it all before
We?ve seen it all before
We?ve seen it all before
And it seems like a mirror of our future

We?ve seen it all before
We?ve seen it all before
We?ve seen it all before
And it seems like a mirror of your future

It seems like, it seems like
It seems like, it seems like your future