Entrance to the sheer process
Of stripping the memories from your mind
Through loss and understanding
Realize you're just a product of your time
Nothing more than a drone
Stranded, perpetually lost
There is nothing sacred in this world
And nothing's what I am for you
Still condemned to fight all my battles alone
I can't rely or repent
For only d**h can save us now
A gruesome trail of grief
Sedated by the fear of loss and greed
Never lasting, never knowing
Through jaded eyes I see myself dead
What has been lost cannot be restored