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

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