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 na?ve 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
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