Times have changed,
nothing more.
Things are the same
as they were before.
Yet, something’s missing,
or maybe I’m wrong,
imagination can be so strong.

So I sacrifice this heart,
it beats slowly.
Chosen to live in the disgrace
of those who came before me. (x2)

Discretion is valid
to the moment before.
your pride is lost,
your words no more.
You get up and you
you look around,
say anymore and you’re going down.

So I sacrifice this heart,
it beats slowly.
Chosen to live in the disgrace
of those who came before me. (x2)