[00:00.00] 作词 : Sean Murphy/Mike Kaabe/Steve Muskopf/Dan Puglisi/Danny Pupplo
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Sean Murphy/Mike Kaabe/Steve Muskopf/Dan Puglisi/Danny Pupplo
[00:21.21]My heart is racing
[00:21.63]Feelings confused
[00:23.64]Wishing I could help him see this through
[00:24.39]No matter what
[00:24.75]Nothing I do will ease his suffering
[00:36.84]All he has are the memories of who he was
[00:37.65]And how it used to be
[00:38.10]He brings his hands together and behins to pray for this to be an end to his constant misery
[00:46.38]The cross he bears around his neck (the cross he bears)
[00:50.43]The only thing that comforts him (what else is left?)
[00:51.57]And so he prays for this to end (what else is left?)
[00:57.06]A Shadow of his former self
[00:57.66]Tired and weakend now
[01:32.94]Demons are his only company
[01:35.43]So give up the ghost
[01:40.62]Ten years shy of a century
[01:45.00]All he has left are the memories of who he was and how it used to be
[01:46.38]Pray for this to be the end of his constant suffering
[01:51.63]Pointless at best
[01:52.02]No means to an end
[01:52.50]His hands to his head
[02:44.28]He prays for the end to this nightmare
[03:00.72]All he has left are the memories

作词 : Sean Murphy/Mike Kaabe/Steve Muskopf/Dan Puglisi/Danny Pupplo
作曲 : Sean Murphy/Mike Kaabe/Steve Muskopf/Dan Puglisi/Danny Pupplo
My heart is racing
Feelings confused
Wishing I could help him see this through
No matter what
Nothing I do will ease his suffering
All he has are the memories of who he was
And how it used to be
He brings his hands together and behins to pray for this to be an end to his constant misery
The cross he bears around his neck (the cross he bears)
The only thing that comforts him (what else is left?)
And so he prays for this to end (what else is left?)
A Shadow of his former self
Tired and weakend now
Demons are his only company
So give up the ghost
Ten years shy of a century
All he has left are the memories of who he was and how it used to be
Pray for this to be the end of his constant suffering
Pointless at best
No means to an end
His hands to his head
He prays for the end to this nightmare
All he has left are the memories