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