You want to turn back time
You’re like a force with blindfolded eyes
Running down everyone around
You want to change the world
To what never will return
Clean your slate but not your blade
The ones that’s dead can never tell
The voices of the past are in disposal
The voices of the past are in disposal
The voices of the past are in disposal
The voices of the past are in disposal
The voices of thе past
The voices of the past