Retrospect

Marching from the depths and remnants in my dormant mind
Creeping out from far behind
I can't turn my eyes away
Trudging through the pieces of the past to measure my own name

Woah, I'm falling far behind
And, I can't do this anymore
Woah, I can't make up my mind
And my, my eyes can't see no more
Retrospect

Clawing through the soil of a dead trimmed garden
I dig the bones and skeletons of demons left behind
And I can't turn my eyes away
It drags me down and pulls me in as I fight for my conscience

Woah, I'm falling far behind
And, I can't do this anymore
Woah, I can't make up my mind
And my, my eyes can't see no more
Retrospect
Retrospect

Woah, I'm falling far behind
And, I can't do this anymore
Woah, I can't make up my mind
And my, my eyes can't see no more

Woah, I'm falling far behind
And, I can't do this anymore
Woah, I can't make up my mind
And my, my eyes can't see no more
Retrospect
Retrospect