اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
As time goes on
We talk
I feel more out of place
You are not the same friend I met
But you're the same face
How could I ever predict
Things would develop like this
More and more I'm getting the feeling that...
Something is wrong
Good intentions are gone
I don't belong, I don't belong
There is no unity
There is just you and me
Part of this fucked up scene
Created by selfish perception of success
Despite our brothers' needs
The individual desire for complete authority
We're getting older and colder
Digging chips into our shoulders
The air is getting stale find me an exit please
(etc...)
