The Lost Life

Eaten alive from the inside out,
your ambitions you crave are so thoroughly stout,
in integrity you remain without a doubt,
your conscience is lying, there's no need to shout!

the speakers are crumbling, from the distortion they hold,
your final seconds of fame, become nothingness like mold,
though the days you have spent searching for your gold,
will never be held again, now don't you feel bold?

now you are dieing inside, in a horrible mess,
it's worse then bleeding out fire, searing pain in your chest,
memories now remain scars of the past,
the moment you left, i lost my life, so fast...