Retrospect کے بول

Marching from the depths and remnants in my dormant mind Creeping out from far behind I can't turn my eyes away Trudging through the pieces of the past to measure my own name Woah, I'm falling far behind And, I can't do this anymore Woah, I can't make up my mind And my, my eyes can't see no more Retrospect Clawing through the soil of a dead trimmed garden I dig the bones and skeletons of demons left behind And I can't turn my eyes away It drags me down and pulls me in as I fight for my conscience Woah, I'm falling far behind And, I can't do this anymore Woah, I can't make up my mind And my, my eyes can't see no more Retrospect Retrospect Woah, I'm falling far behind And, I can't do this anymore Woah, I can't make up my mind And my, my eyes can't see no more Woah, I'm falling far behind And, I can't do this anymore Woah, I can't make up my mind And my, my eyes can't see no more Retrospect Retrospect