Decades

[Joy Division Cover]Here are the young men,

a weight on their shoulders

Here are the young men,

well where have they been?

We knocked on the doors

of hell's darker chambers

Pushed to the limits

we dragged ourselves in

Watched from the wings as

the scenes were replaying

We saw ourselves now as

we never have seen

Portrayal of the traumas and degeneration

The sorrows we suffered

and never were freed

Where have they beenWeary inside, now our heats

lost forever

Can't replace the fear

or the thrill of the chase

These rituals showed up the door

for our wanderings

Opened and shut, then slammed

in our face

Where have they been