Текст песни Dante - Northlane

A war below that can't be seen
Fathoms deep, the mortal shell grows tired
Irrational or pre-determined destiny
Serenity, compulsion crossing wires

I hate the silent reminders of nothin' but heartache
Who's to decide what is right when your choice was cathartic?
I can't forget what I regret
But I accept my punishment
I can't forget our disconnect
The things that we love just hurt us in the end

These memories are transient
Could anything really have made a difference?
Could open arms change fractured minds?
Shatter forced perspectives
Do you still slip through my fingers? (Fingers, fingers)

I hate the silent reminders of nothin' but heartache
Who's to decide what is right when your choice was cathartic?
I can't forget what I regret
But I accept my punishment
I can't forget our disconnect
The things that we love just hurt us in the end

I hate the silent reminders of heartache
I hate the silent reminders of heartache

I hate the silent reminders of nothin' but heartache
Who's to decide what is right when your choice was cathartic?
I can't forget what I regret
But I accept my punishment
I can't forget our disconnect
The things that we love just hurt us in the end

I hate the silent reminders of heartache
I hate the silence