The Art of Soul Searching

Open your lungs and believe that there is nothing here, nothing here for you
Let’s hope you realize the dreams inside you lead you to the truth
We pray on the weak as we pray for forgiveness
I’ve always heard the meek shall inherit the Earth
There’s nothing left to give if we’ve given up
Part of me is waiting to hear you, part of me is waiting to hear your voice
Part of me is waiting to hear your voice. A voice to silence. Silence all the
rest
Open your lungs and believe that there is nothing here, nothing here for you
Let’s hope you realize the dreams inside you lead you to the truth
We pray on the weak as we pray for forgiveness
I’ve always heard that the meek will inherit the Earth
But we’re so full of ourselves and so cruel to each other
And it’s just a matter of time until none of us matters
(Hold out, hold your ground
Show where you stand in this crowd
Tonight we loose ourselves.)
And leave our past behind
Leave it all behind
We pray on the weak as we pray for forgiveness
I’ve always heard that the meek will inherit the Earth
But we’re so full of ourselves and so cruel to each other
And it’s just a matter of time until none of us matters
Hold out, hold your ground. Show where you stand in this crowd
Tonight we loose ourselves and leave our past behind