Interpret:

Demon Hunter

Album:

Storm The Gates of Hell

Lost
When the storm hits, you will leave this
Awake
Time will pass through, and break you


Broken, or so you say
Nobody bought that fable anyway
So calloused, and so naïve
To wear a heart of fiction on your sleeve


Bury every sign of life in filth and hollow trend
And push against progression on the path of logic's end
Like tears flowing upward


[Chorus:]
Lost, an aimless soul
When the storm hits, you will leave this
Awake to wasted days
Time will pass through, and break you


This wreckage you'll never be
If you were raised in Hell you'd own the sea
Don't tell me it's not your choice
You sold a blessed future for some noise


Bury every sign of life in filth and hollow trend
And push against progression on the path of logic's end
Like tears flowing upward


[Chorus]


With every waking second you front, 
another real life loses ground
Ten thousand arms outstretched 
and you have the nerve to strike them all
No reason to coexist?
No reason to exist