For the lost will never find their way
For the lost will never find their way
We are wandering aimlessly lost for the rest of our days
Of our days the light shall never come in darkness we shall stay
The light shall never come in darkness we shall stay
Never to find a passageway
Chaos is underway
This feeling of absolute misery is exactly as I portray
The gift of death is much too valuable to repay
This life is not our own
But rather molded in clay
Inherited confusion from those before us driving some insane
Vision blackened and blurred
With no possible cure for we have already dug our own grave
Our own grave
Here we shall forever lay
Submerged in our emptiness
Submerged in our emptiness
Left to decay
Lacerate Thy Maker - Remoras Lyrics
Lacerate Thy Maker - Remoras Lyrics
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For the lost will never find their way
For the lost will never find their way
We are wandering aimlessly lost for the rest of our days
Of our days the light shall never come in darkness we shall stay
The light shall never come in darkness we shall stay
Never to find a passageway
Chaos is underway
This feeling of absolute misery is exactly as I portray
The gift of death is much too valuable to repay
This life is not our own
But rather molded in clay
Inherited confusion from those before us driving some insane
Vision blackened and blurred
With no possible cure for we have already dug our own grave
Our own grave
Here we shall forever lay
Submerged in our emptiness
Submerged in our emptiness
Left to decay
For the lost will never find their way
We are wandering aimlessly lost for the rest of our days
Of our days the light shall never come in darkness we shall stay
The light shall never come in darkness we shall stay
Never to find a passageway
Chaos is underway
This feeling of absolute misery is exactly as I portray
The gift of death is much too valuable to repay
This life is not our own
But rather molded in clay
Inherited confusion from those before us driving some insane
Vision blackened and blurred
With no possible cure for we have already dug our own grave
Our own grave
Here we shall forever lay
Submerged in our emptiness
Submerged in our emptiness
Left to decay
Writer: Gilbert Perez
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