Testo di Eschaton

I guess that I pretend to be okay Feeling sicker every day Sins of the past You'll never know the real me on the stage Never see the face of shame I hid it so well Everything I've said is laced with dread Vindication only works out when you're dead It's no way to live So through the empty, awful memories Just keep fighting on Life is never won Just keep fighting on Life is never won