[Music & Lyrics: Strid]

Rise above the sentiment

Be at one with the acknowledgement
Turn over obstacles, throwing down gauntlets
Like the back of your hand... back of your hand

I will lead people portrayed as rats
Light the way and prepare to reflect


Now that the search goes on
For another time to live
I might as well be gone, but I

Tend to always come back in the end... In the end

A subliminal exile, judgements in sleep

Left over life goals, buried in the deep
Let me emphasize... the need
Let me categorize... the seeds

We have planted to reject all our hopes

Now that the search goes on

For another time to live
I might as well be gone, but I
Tend to always come back in the end... In the end


Last call for admitting your failures
They keep you hanging around

It's now or never - reveal all the gestures
You have made to keep the pain within bounds
Within bounds...


[Solo - Coudret]


Now that the search goes on
For another time to live
I might as well be gone, but I

Tend to always come back in the end... In the end

Now that the search goes on

For another time to live
I might as well be gone, but I
Tend to always come back in the end... In the end