Video de Within The Wood

It echoes in my head
The branches from the dead
Somewhere inside my head
Memories of my father
Looking at those creatures struggling, just like the two of us
They will be here long after us
There is nothing I can do
I am at peace
But I can see my life in you
With you, I will be forever
It was the way you were raised
The words that you learned
When will you grow tired
The sickness of youth
Is holding me down
To be completed
Try to remind me of my past
It’s all gone forgotten
Can't remember that day
Can't picture that moment
My mind wasn't there
You won't understand my journey
You did the best that you could
It’s not your fault
It’s not your fault and I hope that you remember, I was reconstructed
Your efforts, they were not insignificant
It was the way you were raised
The words that you learned
When will you grow tired
The sickness of youth
Is holding me down
To be completed
My feelings control me once again
And I can't stop thinking about you
I bite my tongue and when I can taste the iron, you disappear again
I've kept you in a plastic film
You are fading into the pixels each year
But it's the only way I can hear your voice again
This will be my last collapse
Wither inside my mind
How could I be so blind?
It echoes in my head
The branches from the dead
I will make it through this dark place
With sore eyes and a weakened soul
But with a bigger heart
Without you
But with a bigger heart