forlorn
she knows she lives in wasteland
she knows this is not how it´s suposed to be
one scorned
there must be a better way
there must be a path to set us free
there are those who care
there are those who bear
and those who just stand there
it takes a lot of heart
to seek, let alone try
but once you´ve found
somehow you´re bound
to make a difference
you can´t just sit and wait
´till it dies
all this time
she could just hae forgotten
she could have let it all just go to waste
but strong, her mind
stubborn as it may
teach us how to reach those things we chase!
there´s a time to try
that time is nigh
it draws upon us
can´t let the wasteland
get the better out of you
it won´t stop for me
won´t stop for you
it stops for no-one
but those who care, somehow
make it through
counting down the years now
ain´t it a lovely wasteland
step up for a chance at that open door
if we can hold together
maybe new times we´ll bring
´till then our words are gonna bear...
...no meaning
haven´t we had enough,
so pointless our existance
have we been pushed to far
to keep an ope mind...
untill the dam breaks
we´re the path of least resistance
but then, the grim reaper
is gonna have himself a time!
it´s coming to be
it´s coming for me
it´s coming for all of us!
that sinking feeling never
fell for something new
for all those who bear
and those few who care
you make a difference
but doing so
is all up to you!