soilwork eseri:

ıf possible just turn the page,
when all you see remains the same.
ı wish ı could blame it on a face without a name.
ın the center of the place ı hate,
there's no escape that's what they say.
without a name...
(ı will never make, one single predictable mistake)
(ı've vanished since the anger came.)

bitterness, sometimes the truth ı swear,
and ı won't dread, my time.

ı won't leave today,
as long as ı can take the words you stake.
no matter how the hell ı make,
the desperation go away,
without a name...

bitterness, sometimes the truth ı swear,
and ı won't dread, my time.
meaningless, and unsincere,
hold back those tears, rewind.

come to the point, with an illusion,
ıt's there but it's not a revolution.
you'll bear what is not your responsibility,
all that is left of what, you used to be.

bitterness, truth ı swear,
and ı won't dread, my time.
meaningless, and unsincere,
hold back those tears, rewind.

hold back those tears, rewind.