We used to laugh
We used to cry together
We used to break down
And hold each other
Those were the best
Years of my life
Now I'm hard pressed
To pick a good fight
Oh how I miss the days
That were automatic
We wrote the script
And whatever we needed, we had it
Pain has a funny way
Of stealin' all the magic
But all that takes is a moment to cut through the static
We buried ourselves
Hired a soul assassin
To give the sermon
At an open casket
There's no goin back
That ancient oath
We can't resurrect
Our fighting ghosts
Oh how I miss the days
That were automatic
We wrote the script
And whatever we needed, we had it
Pain has a funny way
Of stealin' all the magic
But all that takes is a moment to cut through the static
All that take is a moment to cut through the static
All that take is a moment to cut through the static
All that take is a moment to cut through the static