The Long Lost

I've started to ask so many questions in a world with so few answers. What can truly change the thought of man when denial of love has become greater than love itself? The triumph of hate seems to be the only thing keeping us awake. Open your eyes. We are the long lost.



The thought of running blind brings no deliverance to me.

Shackles and chains hold us down as one by one, 

The long lost find comfort in this security.

It seems like I'm alone, but I feel so alive.

It seems like I'm alone, but I feel so alive.



Why do I do this to myself? Oh God, why do I do this to myself?

Why do I do this to myself? Oh God, why do I do this to myself?

With empty hands I'll show I'm ready to begin again, 

This new life where the victim is not myself.

Not Myself! 

CON! The thought of knowing I have found something with meaning gives me strength to walk away from the long lost, and set these shackles and chains free.



I've learned in life to never let a single failure ever get the best of me, ever get the best of me.

I've learned in life to never let a single failure ever get the best of me, ever get the best of me.

With empty hands I'll show I'm ready to begin again, 

This new life where the victim is not myself.

Even when your world falls apart, for us, this will just be the start.