What Dies Last
There is abundance of propensity towards shallowness around here
And “here” is everywhere I go
Wandering through the intellectual deserts of my time
Where the flower of ideas will never grow
Lost among these countless uninspired grains of sand
Life is nothing but a long and lonely road

Chorus:
So, everywhere I go I turn my face
And can’t believe I’m one of the same race
Feeling left alone and out of place
Is everything but new these troubled days

There is a loss of everything that makes us special and unique
And worthy of this pearl of life
Wandering through the masses of hostile and lonely souls
Cohesion and honesty are hard to find
Lost among strangers in a chameleonic world
Life is nothing but a long and lonely grind

Chorus:
So, everywhere I go I turn my face
And can’t believe I’m one of the same race
Feeling left alone and out of place
Is everything but new these troubled days
Bridge:
Every social minute every day
Is seasoned with discouraging dismay
A family that’s long broken apart
Has left me with a bleeding social heart
The deterioration of our state is moving fast
But hope is what dies last...