Joy Division: Someone Take These Dreams Away

HERE ARE THE young men, a weight on their shoulders
Here are the young men, well where have they been?
We knocked on the 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 trauma and degeneration
The sorrows we suffered and never were freed
Where have they been? Where have they been?