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



Credits
Writer(s): Vladislav Krivoshein
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