Undone

Stuck in a world of lacking innocence

Where nothing proves to make much sense

In a world where ignorance is bliss, and this, we'll take to our graves in silence 

As we engrave the spirits in our hearts... on every tombstone there's a story...

it'll tell you its story, every step you take no matter how gory.

And in this world of lacking innocence, where all the sense we had is buried

deep, deep in a hole where no one can make a peep

Where are we? Where have we been? in this life of anguish and sin, we see...

It all unfold before our eyes..and it's not much of a surprise, can we recognize

the truth? Can we see the world in which we live where there is nothing left to

gain or give, this world.

Lost in the brokenness of something that cannot be called our own, lost in the pit 

we call our own personal hell...don't tell. 

And as we reach the end of our rope, we hope for a change. Though we'll never 

see one. And the last word we hear : "undone"

We've forgotten the sun in our dark midnight days, what a craze we call it.

We call it undone.

And we can't see the breath we take away, we can't see our path or our way to 

sanity, what a humanity we call home...

What a humanity.