Memories Confined by Soilwork
This dream institutionalized
My memories confined
Every word that was laid on my tongue
Is going to fry
Let it live... let it live...
There is no savior and there is no gun
That can kill all this honour of mine
And get it done... and get it done
There's no celebration
The rain comes crashing down
We're off to a deeper meaning
We are unconditionally bound
But we are... we are
The only thing that matters in the end
But these scars... these scars
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