Remorse — Front Line Assembly

The killer drove an ingot into each of his own eyes, then cut off his head Captivated In their hearts and souls The fear and desire Just won't let go

Naive as it seems We all want control You're paralysed When panic sets in

Quietly you drown In your sleep

Chorus

We once had a passion It all seemed so right So young and so eager No end in sight But now we are prisoners In our own hearts Nothing seems real It's all torn apart

No-one knows Where to draw he line Accusations, a pledge For resistance of mine

In power we trust We can't get out

The time we spend fighting The anger and hate Hope for tomorrow Is never too late

We all turn to dust On heaven's command Time moves by fast No second chance