Timebreaker Paroles

Thrown back at me



Is fate just an abstract from

Which we predict

Not a destiny in which

Changes are strict

I don't know which way you think

Our lives are going

Slipping through a ceaseless stream

Endlessly flowing
Made us so cold

Sitting here and withering

Just growing old

Every breath we inhale

Adds to the taste

Of the life we managed to

Completely waste



Arson was the key to make

Everything right

Seeing them all burn was a

Beautiful sight

Setting fire to anything

That I could find

Never knowing that I could go

Back into time