Everday we're just getting older

everyday we get a little closer

everyday we're loosing our grip

more and more of our lives are shit

take these drugs, they make me sick

Addicted, lost and one cruel trick



I am lost

never wanted to be like this

lost



Everday your scraping your knees

Feind and thirst for drugs and disease

I hate myself for this greed

Fiend and fiend I get what I need

Heavier now the cross I bear

For a god who wasn't there



In these times of turmoil

when you don't know what will happen tommorow

Realize that we are the future, and have hope

that things may change

So get up

and find yourself



And there will be a riot, in the house of god



I am lost

I won't be a statistic

lost