• The narrow path is concealed
    No footprints to lay it's trail
    Too deep in our own hypocrisy
    Hoping the lost will lead us there

    Once promised to lead a life
    Worth more than the sacrifice
    Worth more than the air we breathe
    But instead we are left to sleep
    To forever live in these broken dreams

    Surrounded by delusions
    Abstract deranged ideas made true
    A dimly lit imagination
    In which the world was made for you
    Reality obscured by lies
    Life is nothing more than wasted time
    One last breath of air before the tide...

    Burn the bridges
    That lead to a hollow grave
    And guide the lost back home...
    Find your way back home

    Once promised to lead a life
    Worth more than the sacrifice
    Worth more than the air we breathe
    But instead we are left to sleep
    To forever live in these broken dreams
    It's nothing more than wasted time
    One last breath of air before the tide...