How does it feel to be going after nothing special? Praying for purpose to plastic gods How does it feel to be burried in your fake possesions? Wasting your time, poisoning the world Time to leave this nightmare I'm not gonna let this drown my chest It's killing my will How could we live just to die In wars that are just lies To keep us terrorized and numb Sometimes i feel like the patron saint of lost potential A shipwreck sunk in indesicion Sometimes we need to remember that we're not eternal Sometimes we need to forget it all Time to leave this nightmare I'm not gonna let this drown my chest It's killing my will I'm not gonna live to die In wars that are just lies To keep us terrorized and numb