Wandering the streets at night
He tries to prove himself
Thinking your pain is light
But it scratches and burns like hell

No more tears for old times
(You'll never find redemption)
We're no victims of life
(Unless you accept your life)

Wandering the house of the dark fears
He will never find any love
Hating yourself and closing ears
He accept what others have imposed

No more tears for old times
(You'll never find redemption)
We're no victims of life
(Unless you accept your life)

You'll never find redemption
Only that you realize
You'll never realize anything
Unless you accept your life
Wandering the house of the dark fears
Could never find any love
Don't hate yourself, don't close your ears
Don't accept what others have imposed