Nothing in the middle of nowhere.
A writing on the wall that decays.
A mess that we call life.
Unchased dreams, hollow pledges and countless missed chances.
We were made to believe in the wrong things.
We were made to believe that we're special.
We don't have faith but we're still waiting for a miracle.
Eyes closed, palms out. Still, there's no saviour, no rescue plan.
In these grey years we are dancing with the devils
Underestimating the demons that still reign
Over too many weak minds living life in vain.
As something gnaws at our conscience we go through the motions.
We were made to believe in the wrong things.
We were made to believe that we're special.
We don't have faith but we're still waiting for a miracle.
We're chasing dreams of what we wanted to be.
We're making promises that we couldn't keep.
No heaven but we still pray.
Don't behold the fact that we're rotting away.
We are rotting away. We are rotting away.
Don't behold the fact that we're rotting away. We are rotting away.
Society is a masquerade.
A mess that we call life.
Unchased dreams, hollow pledges
And countless missed chances.
A mess that we call life.
