Letra da Música: Playing Dead - Ambitions

Empty shadows, blinding lights, swallow what
we have today. Hope and anticipation becomes
endless tragedy. What is left but reality? Spirits left to lift in the abscense of a dream. We close our eyes and try to wish the time away, waiting for the finest things we'll never see. Hollow longing, lowered stares, reaching out for what's to be. Life's defining moemnts never taking shape. We close our eyes and try to wish the time away, waiting for the finest things we'll never see. If i go back in time I might not
like just what that means, (but) if i go forward,
moving forward, where will I be? keep
moving forward, there's more time to give.
Keep pushing onward, and find the will to
live.