Decades

here are the young men, a weight on their shoulders
 here are the young men - well where have they been?
 we knocked on doors of hell's darker chambers
 pushed to the limits, we dragged ourselves in
 watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying
 we saw ourselves now as we never had seen
 portrayal of the traumas and degeneration
 the sorrows we suffered and never were free
 where have they been --
 weary inside, now our heart's lost forever
 can't replace the fear or the thrill of the chase
 these rituals showed up the door for our wanderings
 opened and shut, then slammed in our face
 where have they been --
 learning lines in the rain
 special effects by loonatik and drinks
 the graveyard scene
 the golden years