(Hook) Can we get back, to a place we know? Where we can go, out and it our own (Verse 1) To crossroads, the lost souls are bread for the what might be right, No more room here left to They it all and done it too The last of the innocent everything that isnt Who are you? They me, was forced to recreate All dead ends to stop me, yet still never to break filled, a lack of understanding Where the been created, far too demanding Scars through the hands holding on for life To be broken down and left just right The set of our sites, thats beyond us give it all up, have faith, just be honest The survive; the weak are meek and die And try to live the dirt, the curse of the deprived Lives, youre right, its not just us We all share a hand in our own (care) (Hook) (Verse 2) Self-sufficient not living off People arent but thats not our decision Possessing wisdom, is As a path to bliss, luck, who thought we would Come so far, no where To go so past, its tragically As the time becomes and heir apparent to the A cause to action, fractions, four Pass in a year, for of recollection Am I lost or found, know I havent met him Guess its true, might be fiction to you But to the its the proof, sky blue glued on enumeration Pure design absent, the penetration, where the pleasure lies Apply some concentration, in between thighs, I rise (Hook) (Outro) Away fears, we cant let go Its all those tears that to show