Sequels from the past They create Chaos in today These scars don't vanish like sand They will never fade When you've lost the trace You become a stranger You are loosing the race The contact disperses You are in last place I hate To be Conscious of it Happiness comes As i get lost When you've lost the trace You become a stranger You are loosing the race The contact disperses You are in last place We have all Been there It's natural When we fall in oblivion When you forget your words You become a liar You are loosing the race I know You wish to Reverse it But now it's all a mess We have all Been there It's natural When we fall in oblivion