Traces of Use

Every night I think about the day on the rise

Every dawn is another trial of deeds done in deep despise

Pushing the envelope to make a mark

Heading into complete chaos

It's a long way there but even the end has a start

In lack of strength I'm going under

Fundamental values turned into something I don't want to know

All former beliefs torn asunder

Made into what I have come to think is purely psychological

Like being accused of perjury

Beliefs crack with plot holes in a worn-out story

But sooner or later I'll be back from what they call hell

With vengeance I'll pound the pavement

And they will see who's back on their feet again

In lack of strength I'm going under

Fundamental values turned into something I don't want to know

All former beliefs torn asunder

Made into what I have come to think is purely psychological

In lack of strength I'm going under

Fundamental values turned into something I don't want to know

All former beliefs torn asunder

Made into what I have come to think is purely psychological

In lack of strength I'm going under

Fundamental values turned into something I don't want to know

All former beliefs torn asunder

Made into what I have come to think is purely psychological