Retrospect - Theatre Of Tragedy

Here we are

We stand in line

One more time today

There is no sense

The cigarette in hand

It’s all gone bad

No name, privilege, no hope and fame

We’ve seen it all before

And it seems like a mirror of our future

We were waiting for something

We were listening to the heartbeats

It could take us It could take our names;

it’s the same as no hope and fame

We’ve seen it all before

And it seems like a mirror of our future

This is no age for us It seems we’re out of class

We are fragile

Like statues made of sand

We’ve seen it all before

And it seems like a mirror of our future