LostnWhen the storm hits, you will leave thisnAwakenTime will pass through, and break younnBroken, or so you saynNobody bought that fable anywaynSo calloused, and so naivenTo wear a heart of fiction on your sleevennBury every sign of life in filth and hollow trendnAnd push against progression on the path of logic’s endnLike tears flowing upwardnn[Chorus]nLost, an aimless soulnWhen the storm hits, you will leave thisnAwake to wasted daysnTime will pass through, and break younnThis wreckage you’ll never benIf you were raised in Hell you’d own the seanDon’t tell me it’s not your choicenYou sold a blessed future for some noisennBury every sign of life in filth and hollow trendnAnd push against progression on the path of logic’s endnLike tears flowing upwardnn[Chorus]nnWith every waking second you front, another real life loses groundnTen thousand arms outstretched and you have the nerve to strike them allnNo reason to coexist?nNo reason to exist