The Wasteland

I have nothing left to believe
Not allowed to simply be
This is for the ones who were left behind
The forgotten ones lost before their time
I fool myself into seeking a new day
Inside the wasteland I call myself, I pray
Give me something to believe
Random thoughts are what make up me
A wasteland of my agony
This is for the ones who were left behind
The forgotten ones lost before their time
I fool myself into seeking a new day
Inside the wasteland I call myself, I pray
Give me something to believe
I’ve bled too much
Still I push on
Haunted by the touch
Of a new dawn
This is for the ones who were left behind
The forgotten ones lost before their time
I fool myself into seeking a new day
Inside the wasteland I call myself, I pray
Give me something to believe
I’ve bled too much
Still I push on
Haunted by the touch
Of a new dawn