Lost

When the storm hits, you will leave this

Awake

Time will pass through, and break you


Broken, or so you say

Nobody bought that fable anyway

So calloused, and so naïve

To wear a heart of fiction on your sleeve


Bury every sign of life in filth and hollow trend

And push against progression on the path of logic's end

Like tears flowing upward


Chorus:

Lost, an aimless soul

When the storm hits, you will leave this

Awake to wasted days

Time will pass through, and break you


This wreckage you'll never be

If you were raised in Hell you'd own the sea

Don't tell me it's not your choice

You sold a blessed future for some noise


Bury every sign of life in filth and hollow trend

And push against progression on the path of logic's end

Like tears flowing upward


(Chorus)


With every waking second you front, another real life loses ground

Ten thousand arms outstretched and you have the nerve to strike them all

No reason to coexist?

No reason to exist