i glance back over my shoulders the path that i have trailed just knocks me sober i ve been infected by disorders obsessed by details if i could retrace my tracks fill in the cracks put the wind back in my sails i could get lost in my own thoughts straight beast defending faults my mind is being warped i don t think the same things anymore we all grow old and forget about these dreams we used to love we get caught up in the rush for the gold make hope to way from home conversation grips me like it never did before a constant adversary to the aching in my jaws someone please explain how the winds become unchained my tank is feeling drained i m making friends with enemies we all grow old and forget about these dreams we used to love we get caught up in the rush for the gold make hope to way from home i take myself back to what my mind a clue take all take all i won t misuse we set by own values a feeling what i have grown take all take all the i misused atoning descent we used the world like we were gods we were so ignorant never thought it would go to this we all grow old and forget about these dreams we used to love we get caught up in the rush for the gold make hope to way from home