Lost Our Way
Poison air
To feed the colors around us
Seeking out quiet tongues
Out goes forsaken suns
It seems so many want a brighter future
To split for generations
Now War cries
Failure slips in conversation
We're sleeping colder
We're sleeping colder than before
Midas touch has left our midst
A bed of gold a bed of shit
Repeated mantras voiced a thousand times
Sold short on higher power
Is this our darkest hour
Dragging our feet til mourning comes
It seems that we have lost our way
(We can pray for it)
A guiding light straight to the grave
(Digging until we fit)
Why in our minds
Over all time
Do we choose to favor our lives
As our darkest hour have we
Figured this is where we choose to be
Recreants and revenants
Ghosts from our past forget the script
Efficacious tomes ripped at the seams
We sought our false prophetic dreams
Divination
Our cross to bear
The universe sheds one last tear
As we fall away from here
We feel the weight disappear
Abandoned by our hollow time
And now it's time to say goodbye
It seems that we have lost our way
(We can pray for it)
A guiding light straight to the grave
(Digging until we fit)
Why in our minds
Over all time
Do we choose to favor our lives
As our darkest hour have we
Figured this is where we choose to be
To feed the colors around us
Seeking out quiet tongues
Out goes forsaken suns
It seems so many want a brighter future
To split for generations
Now War cries
Failure slips in conversation
We're sleeping colder
We're sleeping colder than before
Midas touch has left our midst
A bed of gold a bed of shit
Repeated mantras voiced a thousand times
Sold short on higher power
Is this our darkest hour
Dragging our feet til mourning comes
It seems that we have lost our way
(We can pray for it)
A guiding light straight to the grave
(Digging until we fit)
Why in our minds
Over all time
Do we choose to favor our lives
As our darkest hour have we
Figured this is where we choose to be
Recreants and revenants
Ghosts from our past forget the script
Efficacious tomes ripped at the seams
We sought our false prophetic dreams
Divination
Our cross to bear
The universe sheds one last tear
As we fall away from here
We feel the weight disappear
Abandoned by our hollow time
And now it's time to say goodbye
It seems that we have lost our way
(We can pray for it)
A guiding light straight to the grave
(Digging until we fit)
Why in our minds
Over all time
Do we choose to favor our lives
As our darkest hour have we
Figured this is where we choose to be
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Wichmann, Jon Wilkins
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