As the lights go out, cannot believe,
No end in sight, the darkness complete,
No movement and sound, sense of dream waves,
Then the crack of the storm, damned in the haze.
Black stricken in a heap, cannot see,
Falling into the depth, heart breaks in,
Soul no use now, mind has gone cold,
No more air now, its getting old.
Its a lost cause in the back of my head,
A cold feeling that leaves me standing still,
Lost memories shattered and eaten whole,
Collapsed in the middle, chipped from the top.
Your a real child. A World child. A lost child. A lost cause.
Your a dead child. A dying child. A fake child. A lost cause.
That's me inside.