Day after day upon my grave flowers turn gray, how can I lay I feel my spirit seekin' its pit just like a lost little kid I had a life inexhausted, my heart used to pound with merriment Flowers of wrath have things to tell; as if time is a deep well Past life died Chorus: The children being fed with hate don't believe in love The children being fed with hate don't believe in respect Emptiness is not gonna end, where are you my f**en friend I comfort myself with other loves, all good things die one by one Past life hidden at memories, sick of seein' changing faces By doin' that we'll be scattered we'll be all exhausted Past life died Chorus Past life died Chorus