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