Lost in my defeat, a picture is portrayed.
Of a man who can’t find his way back home.
Drowning in his Demise,
Questioning the God he’s come to love.
Will he ever find his way back home.
He is just a coward,
Just a man who thinks for himself.
Stuck in his own greed, will he ever succeed
That’s all he ever thinks about.
When will this come to a stop, when will he come to realize.
He’s standing on a foundation of broken lies.
When will we realize that we travel all alone. (CHANT)
When will he come to realize that he travels alone.
He’s fighting through his struggles, one step at a time.
Waiting for this world to see, who he is inside.
He only has one chance, to sink or swim
Will he make the right choice or will he give in?
His wife annoyed and tired,
From her husbands constant desire,
To waste his life on simple minded things.
When will he come to learn that there is more to life than this.
When will he come to realize this?
Will he ever find who he once was?
Or constantly imitate what this world does?
Will he remain lost in his old ways?
Or come to term and seek for better days?
He continues to tread the water beneath his feet,
And has lost all notion to even speak.
He has nothing left to speak of,
He has nothing left to love.