The Golden Days

Broken doors, chaos at home
And nobody wants to
Tell
What will come now that or lives became
Shattered pieces, listen to me
Now!
Father, why did you make these
Things to your wife
She can't hold on
For so much time

On my own
On my own thoughts i can see we all
All those
Days that made me be who i am
We were so close
Make the golden days come back
(come back)

Don't take these words as "i forgive you"
We're to say that
We're alive
With this bottle you're satisfied
Drink your own sign of
Decadence
Do you wanna chance? do you wanna chance?
Suck it up your bastard i
Curse you
For all you made to us

Brother i can see your eyes
You're tired
Of crying, and i'm tired of this
I'm lost indeed, things now don't make
Sense
I'm lost indeed, things now don't make sense

We are alive then let's
Fly above the stars