Why did you trade your heroes for ghosts As you slammed your fist against the post? We charge the mountain top to dance our last dance Sometimes in this life Your first chance might be your last If you look into these destined eyes You'll see a soul that never sleeps There will always be an urge to look back; At the repository of what was And the dreams that could have been The chronicle continues on Some things are more than just a phase These words become immortal Guiding us through the dark and somber days I've seen friendships fail and I've seen my heroes fall When we watched others get left behind We answered the call Some say this is a part of growing old I say you s**ers are too easy to give in I still remember those nights Playing anthems of hope and rage When we played hard, we played fast, we played together You never know the road until you walk the road alone They see a broken kid, I see a broken world How can we sustain all this hope and rage? Did you trade your heroes for ghosts As you slammed your fists against the post? We don't sing swan songs We don't bow at curtain calls The chronicle continues on Some things are more than just a phase Those nights will live forever They mean more to me than anything We rise up through these ruins And build our brand new castles Only when everything is lost Is when you can truly begin