Endless Pattern

Let me sleep and dream on. Drug me with deceit

Days, years and decades passed, running like water

I wander lost, jaded and incomplete

This endless pattern's plaguing me

We curse the sun above when clouds darken the sky

Somehow, when morning comes, we shun daylight

We are the ones losing our guts under the gun

We are the ones laid in the dust of our hopes undone

Sheltered in memories, knee deep in stale apathy

This soft hell lured my dreams buried deep inside

I wander lost. Both feet stuck in concrete

This endless pattern's plaguing me

We'll beg the sun above for but a glimpse of a sign

But always turn a blind eye to the light

We are the ones losing our guts under the gun

We are the ones laid in the dust. All hopes are gone

And now what hurts the most is that I can't go

Back to the days when I had a chance

Or rise from the dead to make a difference

I can't go back to the days when I had a chance

Back to the days when I had the edge

I can't go back to the days when I had a chance

To make a difference while I had the edge

We are the ones losing our guts under the gun

We are the ones laid in the dust of our hopes undone