He said…
I don’t know what to think what to believe I have lost in this hell
I don’t know what to think what to believe we are the whom left to die
This is the story of a dead (man), still breathing
Standing in the crowd without any devotion
Lost his fears for dying everything meaningless
Words are unnecessary thoughts are void
Travels to unknown belongs to nowhere has no name
Blamed himself, blames this world, blames the past
Dreamed a life, dreamed (of) the good, dreamed like us.
This is the story of Lost…
We are the voices, we are the senseless we are the lost and aweless
We are the soulless, we are the painless we are the lost and aweless