There's no looking back And don't ever look down Is the only advice That I ever have found That's justified each day With each breath that we take While we're dying each day From decisions we make ♪ Angels brave the dying years Lost can't be retrieved Regret, a constant mourning For those surrounding me
You're not getting older You're just getting old My youth is wearing off Better to have loved and lost Praying hands are tied I look up to an angel's cry If the roses don't bloom this time I'm bleeding their red petals dew off the dead ♪ My pulse beats the blood of the undead