Testo Dante - Northlane

Dante

A war below that can’t be seen\nFathoms deep, the mortal shell grows tired\nIrrational or pre-determined destiny\nSerenity, compulsion crossing wires\nI hate the silent reminders of nothing but heartache\nWho’s to decide what is right when your choice was cathartic\nI can’t forget\nWhat I regret\nBut I accept my punishment\nI can’t forget\nOur disconnect\nThe things that we love just hurt us in the end\nThese memories are transient\nCould anything have really made a difference?\nCould open arms change fractured minds?\nShatter forced perspectives?\nDo you still slip through my fingers?\nI hate the silent reminders of nothing but heartache\nWho’s to decide what is right when your choice was cathartic\nI can’t forget\nWhat I regret\nBut I accept my punishment\nI can’t forget\nOur disconnect\nThe things that we love just hurt us in the end\nI hate the silent reminders of heartache\nI hate the silent reminders of heartache\nI hate the silent reminders of nothing but heartache\nWho’s to decide what is right when your choice was cathartic\nI can’t forget\nWhat I regret\nBut I accept my punishment\nI can’t forget\nOur disconnect\nThe things that we love just hurt us in the end\nI hate the silent reminders of heartache\nI hate the silence