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

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

Lost, an aimless soul
When the storm hits, you will leave this
Awake to wasted days
Time will pass through, and break you

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