Lost
Through words of war I’m waiting for the Lord to speak to me
We’ve lost sight of him frequently
Through bad reception and awful frequency
Our status is static, stagnant increasingly
The distance between WE and HE
Brings out the beast in ME
Not realizing, hypocrisizing kills me and my beliefs
Lungs allow me to breathe, and make it in the street
Frigid hearts pump ice through our bodies with every rhythmic beat
And every week, when everyone is week, perseverance is key
Of future endeavors is all we ever really speak
We babble over building towers and never yielding power
As we devour needs
Overcome by greed, as our desires peak
Gaining sight and speed until we fall right off our feet
So in order to pull ourselves out of the grave,
We have to scrape our knees
And even start to bleed,
Depending on our faith in He
We’re lost sheep...