Speed of Soul
Death is not the greatest loss
The greatest loss is what dies inside us, while we're still alive
You didn't even take time to notice the distinct lack of colour
Lives lost to the plague and this rat race
And the only difference
Between yourself and the crazy man who stalks main street
And you found yourself
And dead stones
And your heart
And dead stones
And your heart
In this pit of souls
It's like a dead bird
The victim of a hit and run
In this pit of souls
It's like a dead bird
The victim of a hit and run
Left on the roadside to rotten be
Reclaimed by the concrete and the soil
Can't you see?
Death is not the greatest loss
The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we're still alive
You didn't even take time to notice the distinct lack of colour
Lives lost to the plague and this rat race
And the only difference
Between yourself and the crazy man
Who stalks main street
He found himself on a park bench
And you found yourself
At the bottom of a prescription bottle
The victim of a hit and run
In this pit of souls
It's like a dead bird
And your heart
And stones
And your heart
In this pit of souls
It's like a dead bird
The victim of a hit and run
The greatest loss is what dies inside us, while we're still alive
You didn't even take time to notice the distinct lack of colour
Lives lost to the plague and this rat race
And the only difference
Between yourself and the crazy man who stalks main street
And you found yourself
And dead stones
And your heart
And dead stones
And your heart
In this pit of souls
It's like a dead bird
The victim of a hit and run
In this pit of souls
It's like a dead bird
The victim of a hit and run
Left on the roadside to rotten be
Reclaimed by the concrete and the soil
Can't you see?
Death is not the greatest loss
The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we're still alive
You didn't even take time to notice the distinct lack of colour
Lives lost to the plague and this rat race
And the only difference
Between yourself and the crazy man
Who stalks main street
He found himself on a park bench
And you found yourself
At the bottom of a prescription bottle
The victim of a hit and run
In this pit of souls
It's like a dead bird
And your heart
And stones
And your heart
In this pit of souls
It's like a dead bird
The victim of a hit and run
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Writer(s): Vladislav Krivoshein
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