By the wayside, you will be thrown and pushed away
On the downside, you will crawl back into the cave
On the deadline you will dissolve into the shadeWho is to know?
Who is to say?
Who is to challenge the things that I am in my wayLost inside the air I breathe
All the signs are turning green
Lost in the ways I choose to be
Lost in the way
What you decide, destined to be of the condemned
Where you reside down in the dream where you will live
From the blindside, you will be off your feet againWho is to know?
Who is to say?
Who is to challenge the things that I am in my wayLost inside the air I breathe
All the signs are turning green
Lost in the ways I choose to be
Lost in the wayLost inside the air I breathe
All the signs are turning green
Lost in the ways I choose to be
Lost in the way
Lost inside the air I breathe
All the signs are turning green
Lost in the ways I choose to be
Lost in the way...
