Lyrics
All this time I've waited
All the time I've spent waiting
All this time I've lost
All the time that has slipped away
I know I'll die young
I believe I won't live a long life
Our sun sets for another day
The day comes to an end
Your misery loves company
Your sadness finds comfort in having company
So stay right there
Stay where you are
Far away from me
Keep a distance from me
Your blood is as thin as your facade
Your essence is as shallow as your false front
The future begs for answers I don't have
The future demands answers that I lack
NO CUTS NO GLORY
There's no victory without struggle
NO CUTS NO GLORY
There's no success without facing challenges
Though there is a will
Despite the determination, there's no feasible way
There's just no way
There's no viable solution
Bare your satin neck
Reveal your vulnerability
What little we have left
The little that remains won't prevent me from leaving
Won't keep me from walking away
I've heard similar statements before
I've heard it all before
This empty truth
This hollow truth
What significance does life hold without answers?
What is the meaning of a life without answers?
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Through all this time I've waited
(Repetition of lines 1-4)
All this time I've lost
-I know I'll die young
-Our sun sets for another day
-NO CUTS NO GLORY
There's no achievement without hardship
This is not your story
This isn't your tale
NO CUTS, NO GLORY
(Reinforcement of line 30)
So stay right there, far away from me
Stay distant, this isn't where you belong
What little we have left
(Repetition of lines 17-20)
Won't keep me from walking away
-I've heard it all before
(Repetition of lines 21-23)
These hollow answers
-Think back on time we wasted
Reflect on the time we've squandered
And all the time we lost
All the time we've let slip away
For all it's worth we know
Despite everything, we understand
We're gonna die young
We're destined for a short life
Our sun sets for another day
(Repetition of lines 4 and 28)
The velvet sun sets another day
The gentle sun sets once more
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