Wasting our days, digging our gravesnnSinking on stepping stones, stabbing the backs of our young, sinking on stepping stones we'll end before we've begunnnYou lived your life by yesterdays, but hey I'm the failure, here's a hymn to knowing we'll lose, but at least it's sincere, I swear that there's still life out there with my name on it, we searched and searched but it's behind our backs and up in the air (Sides grew thin instead of stronger)