(Hook) Can we get back, to a we both know? we can go, out and make it our own (Verse 1) To crossroads, the lost souls are bread for the what might be right, No room here left to fight seen it all and done it too The last of the innocent that isnt true Who are you? They lost me, was to recreate All these dead ends to stop me, yet never to break Hate filled, a lack of Where the been created, far too demanding Scars through the deep holding on for life To be broken and left just aint right The set of our sites, away thats us Just give it all up, have faith, just be The strongest survive; the are meek and die And try to live from the dirt, the curse of the Lives, youre right, its not just us We all a hand in our own despair (care) (Hook) (Verse 2) Self-sufficient not off giving arent equal but thats not our decision Possessing wisdom, is As a path to bliss, dumb luck, who we would Come so far, no where To go so past, its tragically As the becomes and heir apparent to the reason A to action, fractions, four seasons Pass in a year, for of recollection Am I lost or found, never know I met him Guess when its true, might be to you But to the world its the proof, sky glued on enumeration Pure absent, the creation penetration, where the pleasure lies Apply some concentration, in between them thighs, I (Hook) (Outro) Away from fears, we let go Its all those that refuse to show