The Fallen کے بول

Searching now My own mind All the stuff we've been trough All the nights spent on clear I dont know if I am the same anymore Promises of paradise Again I gotta shout Tell everyone The pain resides inside me All the walls are crumbling Im tired Of driving On those old roads Im tired Of driving On those old roads We are bigger The revenge of The fallen ones The broken ones We are better Than ourselves of the past Those we left behind We are bigger We are better Than ourselves Than ourselves Learning from Every step Broken strings Empty cups The sky within the sky A halo on the Sun Another way of see Ourselves Im tired Of driving On those old roads Im tired Of driving On those old roads We are bigger The revenge of The fallen ones The broken ones We are better Than ourselves of the past Those we left behind We are bigger We are better Than ourselves Than ourselves