Hold on, don't look back
Invisible teardrops on my dying soul
Scream on, puke on
Another Drink, a wicked life
Your hair, your skin
I can't remember the look in your eyes
Your touch, your voice
The pain dies in the shine of your face
Run away - We're Strangers in the past
Head up, work hard
Nobody tell me what should I think
Play on, game on
Time goes by last Day I've died
Show first, show last
And tell me where is the end
No black, no white
All I feel the look of my soul
Run away - We're Strangers in the past