Dreaming In Dog Years - The Red Chord

Searching for a mode and for a method

What’s he thinking and what the fuck is he saying?

And does it matter anyway?

«Never again…» I begin to think

As the liquid seeps in and the agony escapes my lungs

The simple concept of trust

You can’t take back some mistakes

You’ve come to see me, now I know that my life must end

And while I may be forgotten, there will be no forgiveness

You’ve come to see me, now I know that my life must end

Searching for mode or motivation… what was I thinking?

Dreaming in dog years

And though I may be forgotten, there will be no forgiveness

You’ve come to see me, now I know that my life must end

Be it seven seconds or seven years

It doesn’t matter when you’re dreaming in dog years

Just like the kiss that condemned christ

It was such a pity to throw what we had away Dreaming

Now, I’m not afraid to die

Just like the kiss that condemned christ, what a pity

You threw it all away.

Dog years

Now I’m not afraid to die

There’s nothing left.

Dreaming

Splitting headaches and random thoughts… what matters anyways?

Hypertension?

Diabetes?

I had it all, now I can’t feel my legs

I heard the metal clank, and Guy just sold out good ole' Bud

And it’s not gonna be alright

And it’s not going to be «ok.»