Текст: Samuel Caldwell's Revenge. The Power To Consume Ourselves. The Lost.

We forge our history through
Selfish Lust and Sinful schemes where
Buildings burn and children scream
echoing our soft defeat
It clutched me it takes control
Drowning out the life that's in this soul
sinking in to claim this flame
when the morning comes
we are the lost

We are the lost
we've lost control
no bridge to gap
just burn and go
no remorse for the past, it burns
no safety for this soul

It clutches me it take control
drowning out the life thats in this soul
sinking in to claim this flame
when the morning comes
We are the lost

It clutches me
it take control

Lost in in my insanity
lost the will to still believe
Sent by those who stood by me
proceed to constant misery
a fire burning through the night
illuminating the demise
and when the smoke clears
the world will be mine

It clutches me it take control
drowning out the life that's in this soul
sinking in to claim this flame
when the morning comes
We are the lost