Monuments of dying dreams
As far away as Eden
These hours standing still [bad word] in a distant past 

Slaves of yesterday
You are blind
Blind to the sunrise 

roaming spirit, forever lost
Among the living
Walking down the fatal road
Cursed to be left behind 

Slaves of yesterday
You are blind
Blind to the sunrise 

Slaves of yesterday
Slaves of yesterday 

Slaves of yesterday
You are blind
Blind to the sunrise