It's make me sick that it's hard to distinguish
An honest leader who preaches a cause
That's not made, and not based
On the prophet you'll receive from telling the world.
What line divides you from the seethers,
Who sow without growing believers?
You point and you judge,
Forgetting that their faith is molded by your lame.
So where am I to find
A voice that's pure and urging me to climb?
There's gotta be more, there's gotta be pigs.
I've tried them and clawed at the ground for my feed
I've seen bloodshed, but the words still remain.
I laughed, I fled, I called, I cursed.
I chased from certain to searching,
But nothing has answered deserving faith.
You are not alone, in the eye of the darkest storm.
We are the lighthouse shining a lamp from the shore,
To bring your journey home.
You are not alone, use this song to lead you home.
We are what's left of the love that can peirce through the calluos
Life you've spent on junk. (?)
You're not alone.
If you can hear this song, the battle has been won!
Don't go, don't go.
I've gotta use your voice to light the way back home.
'Cause I need to see, I need to breathe.
So much more than my kind is offering.
Where am I to find
The voice that keeps urging me to climb?
I need to hear it again or I'll lose sight and let it be swept (?)
Close to the shadows,
Unleash your will to survive.
Make every step draw you closer,
To be the hero you've always denied.
Unleash your will to survive.
Where is your voice coming from?
Show me a sign I can trust.
I need something more to believe in.
You are not alone, in the eye of the darkest storm.
We are the lighthouse shining a lamp from the shore,
To bring your journey home.
You are not alone, use this song to lead you home.
We are what's left of the love that can peirce through the calluos
Life you've spent on junk. (?)
You're not alone.
If you can hear this song, the battle has been won!
Call of the future...
You're coming home.
An honest leader who preaches a cause
That's not made, and not based
On the prophet you'll receive from telling the world.
What line divides you from the seethers,
Who sow without growing believers?
You point and you judge,
Forgetting that their faith is molded by your lame.
So where am I to find
A voice that's pure and urging me to climb?
There's gotta be more, there's gotta be pigs.
I've tried them and clawed at the ground for my feed
I've seen bloodshed, but the words still remain.
I laughed, I fled, I called, I cursed.
I chased from certain to searching,
But nothing has answered deserving faith.
You are not alone, in the eye of the darkest storm.
We are the lighthouse shining a lamp from the shore,
To bring your journey home.
You are not alone, use this song to lead you home.
We are what's left of the love that can peirce through the calluos
Life you've spent on junk. (?)
You're not alone.
If you can hear this song, the battle has been won!
Don't go, don't go.
I've gotta use your voice to light the way back home.
'Cause I need to see, I need to breathe.
So much more than my kind is offering.
Where am I to find
The voice that keeps urging me to climb?
I need to hear it again or I'll lose sight and let it be swept (?)
Close to the shadows,
Unleash your will to survive.
Make every step draw you closer,
To be the hero you've always denied.
Unleash your will to survive.
Where is your voice coming from?
Show me a sign I can trust.
I need something more to believe in.
You are not alone, in the eye of the darkest storm.
We are the lighthouse shining a lamp from the shore,
To bring your journey home.
You are not alone, use this song to lead you home.
We are what's left of the love that can peirce through the calluos
Life you've spent on junk. (?)
You're not alone.
If you can hear this song, the battle has been won!
Call of the future...
You're coming home.