Lost

Days of old have whispered goodbye An echo, of things used to be Judged for the choices we've made In the courts of history Tested by time, we've came up short In the balances of right and wrong Life out of order, twisted, deformed Distant of where we belong Driven by fame, blinded by greed The path less traveled we've lost Choosing to wander aimlessly Without ever counting the cost Void of emotion, we seek satisfaction Leaving our conscience behind Cursed by our wrong decisions We search with a reprobate mind We've lost our direction with no sure path Like the darkness envelopes the night We follow our leaders without asking why Like the blind betrayed by his sight Our children inherit the mistakes we've made They're destined to repeat our past We're heading for sudden destruction How much longer can it really last?