How many weeks have I been here? Losing track of hours Fighting lack of sleep Lost track of You somewhere along the way And I can't seem to understand What it is that makes my blood run so cold What it is that makes my mind sink so low What will it take to awake me From this enduring daze? Burned out on remedies, sick on cures Deaf to the noises, and numb to my open sores Dissatisfied, disillusioned Careless and cold, faith eroded Who told the lies that made us expect We could demand the objects of our entitlement? Captivated, enslaved and dead Forever desiring what we can never get We scream at the sky and we question why It seems we've lost every reason we had left to try And as this world grows harder to ignore I see We are The most blessed and the most depressed Slaves to our thirsts and unrighteousness Forever pursuing what can never get Isolated and chasing sensation Our temptations controlling our decisions Suffering breeding further resentment Tension mounting, true commitment showing I see how their faces pale The hardship comes, their courage drains Thought they were living for You But now they fall No longer able to believe Their lives can be more than just a Half-remembered list of mistakes Recycled until their flesh hearts break The waves wash over us Sweet surrender calls I wasn't born to die like this I was never meant to live so alone I won't be mastered by these selfish desires I turn my back on the things of this world I turn my back on the things of this world