Testo di Chicago Overcoat

We were not meant for this world We're instilled with sadness Equipped with inherent disease And inevitable loneliness We were not meant for this world Our minds are wanders Chasing what we can't have Regretting what we don't chance But the pain doesn't leave when we cease to exist Hard times are coming, hard times It's inherited by the ones we leave behind Hard times are coming, hard times We were not meant for this world We live distracted Caught in our past mistakes And unpromised future We were not meant for this world And the constant struggle Caught in the circumstance A choice we never had But the pain doesn't leave when we cease to exist Hard times are coming, hard times It's inherited by the ones we leave behind Hard times are coming, hard times We carve our path through trails of failure But the pain doesn't leave when we cease to exist Hard times are coming, hard times It's inherited by the ones we leave behind Hard times are coming, hard times