Youth Wasted

(альбом: The Bronx - 2003)

Truth is the truth still hurts
And it will just get worse
Repetition makes us colder
Death creeps a little bit closer

Sometimes the best laid plans
Still end with blood on your hands
Sometimes the best laid plans
Still end with blood on your hands

Look back and lose your ground
Keep pace and don't slow down
Born with a burden on each shoulder
The time has come to start life over

Sometimes the best laid plans
Still end with blood on your hands
Sometimes the best laid plans
Still end with blood on your hands

The night was black, my eyes were red
Past, present, future in my head
When did I learn to bite my tongue?
Youth is not wasted on the young

Sometimes the best laid plans
Still end with blood on your hands
Sometimes the best laid plans
Still end with blood on your hands

Sometimes the best laid plans
Still end with blood on your hands
I gotta get this blood off my hands
We gotta get this blood off my hands