Of All These Yesterdays

Take away all of this pain Life feels like it's all in vain Life feels like it's all in vain Blindingly it seeps through the trees Burning bright, subconscious streams Falling light, dismantled dreams We are too far gone We are too far gone We are too far gone We were, never meant to make it this far We are too far gone We are too far gone We are too far gone We were, never meant to make it this far I feel the rage And it burns the pages Of all these yesterdays We are all damaged and wrong Practicing for death alone Practicing for death alone Hope has gone cold with its cause Lost inside its every flaw Life is finally swallowed raw We are too far gone We are too far gone We are too far gone We were, never meant to make it this far I feel the rage And it burns the pages Of all these yesterdays I'm covered fast In the falling ashes Of all these yesterdays With the end in sight I clench what's left of light Pressing against my head And dream of the color red With the end in sight I clench what's left of light Pressing against my head And dream of the color red I feel the rage And it burns the pages Of all these yesterdays I'm covered fast In the falling ashes Of all these yesterdays I feel the rage And it burns the pages --- Of All These Yesterdays - Trivium