Текст песни Un-Thought Of Heroes

Where are we going to be? It's getting so hard to remember
to feel. Struggling more and more to recall six minutes
worth of a dream, you forgot when you woke up.
Died-in-the-wool to last, for the sake of Christ you
ask,"What am I to do?" Who is there to trust with one
leg already six feet deep?
Fighting the current of man's existence of the conciousness
you can't fucking grasp. To give,
or to take for yourself? Another night spent in silent
rage, set against. Set against yourself.

Un-thought of heros.
Against Me! - Un-Thought Of Heroes - http://ru.motolyrics.com/against-me/un-thought-of-heroes-lyrics.html
Poured out and flowing over,
at the same time bottled up,
then pissed out. Company of misery; introspect of the
fool, to your dreams you shed a distant effort.
While you rid the sense of mobility and shatter all
that could set you free. Never could set your hands
on comfort in the wars end being your own personal
revenge. Yet escaping every sense of consequence.
No this is nothing personal; this is just who I am.
Another night spent in silent rage, set against. Set against yourself.

Un-thought of heros.