WITH LIFE IN MIND LYRICS

1. Walking The Straight And Narrow

We're blindfolded, centered only to survive, concerned only with that which keeps us safe. We think nothing of the world around us, and were so entangled around what tortures us day by day. Our own shallow lives. So void of compassion for the masses that roam this earth with no where to go, and not one shoulder to cry on and no where to run to. We turn our heads from the helpless. This type of behavior is nothing more than discouraging in my eyes. What makes you any better? What makes you any different? A world you hide in? A mask of Fools. A crown of Kings. Who are you to pass all your judgements, Compassion falls short. we're all burdened in the end, burdened in the end by your lack of conviction, burdened in the end by your lack of truth. I pity the ones that hold no sympathy. Narrow-mindedly walk through life, concerned less, with the ills of man. With your head so high, it might seem like centuries before you reach the ground. Your no better than the ones you shun away, survival of the fittest seems to suit you well. But when it comes time to reach for a hand, will you sink or swim, or will you drown?

2. The Truth In Certainty

We're just living in darkness.
Looking for comfort.
When almost nothing's there.
Why do we live this way?
In search of something that will never exist.
Even when we've tried our hardest and did our very best to forget all the memories,
and the struggles we've had.

Feeling so hollow, we're just living in fear.
Where do we find hope in a world so dead?
Feeling so hollow, we're all living in fear
Where do we find hope in a world so dead?

Desperation's setting in, and we're all clinging to nothing.
All we get it this false sense of completion.
And these insecurites will get the best of us.
Even as this stranglehold only grows tighter.
Were hiding our sorrows behind that front we've built.
In search of nothing more than the trail of a ghost.

And will any of this even bring you happiness?
And these insecurities will get the best of us.
Even as this stranglehold only grows.

We're so afraid of what we might become.
So scared to let go, be content with what you are.
And it only gets harder as the days roll on and the pain and regret only builds stronger.

Looking for comfort.
When almost nothing's there.
Why do we live this way?
In search of something that will never exist.
Even when we've tried our hardest and did our very best to forget all the memories.

How do we rise when it feels like the weight of the world is standing on top of your shoulders?
When it seems like this world is so hopeless.
We find another reason to fall apart.

3. Plagued

How do we save ourselves from this misery we've plagued our lives with? And we've plagued ourselves. So desperate for answers, we search for a reason to survive. We spend our days staring at the sun. Only to blinded, by the mere thought. Encouraged, enraged by what has held us down. We're Straining on the last bits of hope we have left. No one hears our cries, and no one sees us screaming, beating out our lungs. We are the Forgotten. Our minds have starved from this constant fight to find solid ground. To be something more than what's placed in our hands. Struggling to find the means, to build ourselves back up. With every odd stacked against us, we walk as men through a sea of giants.

4. The Human Condition

Staring through the eyes of a bitter soul. Constantly surrounded by this empty feeling. Never thinking, this is content. Jaded until the very end. I stand alone in a world that casts me aside. Left to believe that what I am falls short in the end. Never good enough for those ideals that seem to mean the most. How do I become what we've all strived to be? Driven into madness, I see no end in sight. Inadequacy feels like the only means to pass through this life, and I sit and ask myself. When will it end? The art of contention is an uphill battle that I'm not ready to fight. How does it seem this easy to stand alone in a crowded room? Plagued by cynicism. I am comprised of all the things I never was and all that I can never be. Wondering how it all must have slipped through my grasp.

5. Godless Complex

What if everything we've ever worked for meant absolutely nothing?
And all the struggles, the hard times, the blood, sweat, and tears?
All for what? A simple chance for freedom?
A light at the end of the tunnel.
Living through someone else's life.
This should be for you, not for some false hope of epiphany
For some false reality
Oh, like the blind being led into darkness
The masses crumble at your feet
What for?
A chance that you'll be heard
A chance that you'll be heard

Cowering in silence at the hands of wrath
Was it really all worth it?
When conformity's all you got, I guess the next best thing is salvation.

Your no savior, you're no saint

Since when is being forced a commendable act?
From birth we live these sheltered lives.
Diseases shoved down our throats everyday.

Those pearly gates don't seem so glorious in the eyes of a sinner.

Like the blind being led into darkness
The masses crumble at your feet
Cowering in silence at the hands of wrath
Those pearly gates don't seem so glorious in the eyes of a sinner.
You're no savior, you're no saint.





WITH LIFE IN MIND LYRICS