Lost Isles
I left behind streets paved with gold
To live a life in the dirt and the undergrowth
I cut all ties, severed myself
From what they called "the real life"
Carved my path through stone, where am I now?
No one knows
With new lungs to breathe and fresh eyes to see
I pity those too weak to not break free
Living their life on old ideologies
That have been passed down for centuries
Run free and see what you want to see
Get lost along the way, break free
Forever searching for an open door
All I've known my whole life is how to run
Through distant lands and foreign shore's
To escape has been my only thought
Raised by wolves into the wild
I am a son of the lost isles
Raised by wolves into the wild
I am a son of the lost isles
No rules, or religions
Just a free world and my own decisions
I've never been home
I don't belong anywhere
I guess I'm homeless because home is where the heart is
And I've never been home
Forever searching for an open door
All I've known my whole life is how to run
Through distant lands and foreign shores
To escape has been my only thought
Raised by wolves into the wild
I am a son of the lost isles
Fuck
To live a life in the dirt and the undergrowth
I cut all ties, severed myself
From what they called "the real life"
Carved my path through stone, where am I now?
No one knows
With new lungs to breathe and fresh eyes to see
I pity those too weak to not break free
Living their life on old ideologies
That have been passed down for centuries
Run free and see what you want to see
Get lost along the way, break free
Forever searching for an open door
All I've known my whole life is how to run
Through distant lands and foreign shore's
To escape has been my only thought
Raised by wolves into the wild
I am a son of the lost isles
Raised by wolves into the wild
I am a son of the lost isles
No rules, or religions
Just a free world and my own decisions
I've never been home
I don't belong anywhere
I guess I'm homeless because home is where the heart is
And I've never been home
Forever searching for an open door
All I've known my whole life is how to run
Through distant lands and foreign shores
To escape has been my only thought
Raised by wolves into the wild
I am a son of the lost isles
Fuck
Credits
Writer(s): James Harrison, Adam Zytkiewicz, Michael Stanton, Chris Turner, James Kennedy
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