It seems to be wrong
Everybody is gone
You're singing along
With a shape made by chalk
It seems to be wrong
You want to be strong
And you nowhere
And i'm noone
And we don't care
And we have done it
For centuries
Centuries
For centuries
It's so cold
Like centuries
We're getting old
Like centuries
Centuries
For centuries
It's so cold
Like centuries
We're getting old
Like centuries
Centuries
We're done to be young
Before we were born
We are all alone
Shapes made by chalks
It seems to be wrong
'Cause we are so strong
And you nowhere
And I'm noone
And we don't care
And we have done
For centuries
For centuries
It's so cold
Like centuries
We're getting old
Like centuries
Centuries
For centuries
It's so cold
Like centuries
We're getting old
Like centuries
Centuries
You really need a friend
A really dangerous blend
The wind start to bite and the night is wild
And it seems there is no end
Sharpen the corners
Sharpen the eyes
It's the dangerous blend
And your heart ignites
Sharpen the edges
Sharpen the blades
Another soul
Your death delays
For centuries
It's so cold
Like centuries
We're getting old
Like centuries
Centuries
For centuries
It's so cold
Like centuries
We're getting old
Like centuries
Centuries
Centuries
Centuries
Centuries
Centuries