Here lies a young man with a weight on his shoulder Here lies a young man, but we're not naked We knocked on the doors of a hell-starved jailer Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying We saw ourselves now as we never had seen Portrayal of the trauma of degeneration The sorrows we suffered now never were free Where have they been? Where have they been? Where have they been? Where have they been? We're inside, now our hearts lost forever Can't replace a fear on the thrill of the chase These rituals showed up the door for our wanderings Opened and shut, then slapped in our face Where have they been? Where have they been? Where have they been? Where have they been? Where have they been? Where have they been? Where have they been? Where have they been?
