Lost Cause

QUESTION, WHAT DO I LIVE FOR? EVERY TIME WHEN THE LIGHTS ARE GONE, I'M THREATEN BY THE THOUGHT OF IT. PRESSURE, IT'S THE ONLY I FEEL. FOLLOW THE PATH TO GRAVE. I'VE NEVER FELT SO PUSHED HARD. PULL ME IN, PUSH ME OUT, I'M THE BLIND, I'M LOST WITH MY FOCUS. I'VE BEEN FED TO HAVE A MIND OF THE GREAT BUT WHAT STANDS HERE IS A LIFE OF THE WRECKED. THEY CALL THESE DISBELIEVES AS UNDETERMINED BUT I CAN SEE THEM IN THOSE EYES. TO FIND THE WAY TO A SOLID GROUND THEY SAY THE LAND IS NEAR. BUT ONLY THING I FEEL IS A WAVE AS A MOUNTAIN AGAINST ME. KEEP ON FLAIL ONLY TO BE THE EXHAUSTED MAN. FLOATING ON WAVES. QUESTION, WHAT DO I LIVE FOR? PRESSURE, IT'S THE ONLY I FEEL. WHAT WILL YOU SAY OR WHAT CAN YOU TELL TO OUR DESCENDANTS? OR SHOULD I BE THE ONE HYPOCRITE TO KEEP RUN THIS ENGINE? I'VE NEVER FELT SO PUSHED HARD. I'M ON THE EDGE OF A KNIFE. I'VE BEEN FED TO HAVE A HEART OF THE SAINT BUT WHAT STANDS HERE IS A LIFE OF THE WRECKED. RAISE OUR FIST AGAIN. BUT NOTHING MUCH HELP US. OUR BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS SUNK INTO THE DEEP.