Lyrics

There's no looking back, and don't ever look down Is the only advice that I ever have found That's justified each day, with each breath that we take While we're dying each day from decisions we make Angels brave the dying Years lost can't be retrieved Regret, a constant mourning for those surrounding me Angels brave the dying Years lost can't be retrieved Regret, a constant mourning for those surrounding me You're not getting older, you're just getting old My youth is wearing off Better to have loved and lost Praying hands are tied I look up to an angel's cry If the roses don't bloom this time I'm bleeding their red petals dew off the dead My pulse beats the blood of the undead My pulse beats the blood of the undead My pulse beats the blood of the undead My pulse beats the blood of the undead