Besedila: 12 Ton Sledge. Nothing To Gain. Lost.

Fear dominates but you feel no threat
Body cold but you feel the sweat
Numbness sets but you feel the pain
Darkness surrounds you, your mind insane
Dig deep down in a cold dark pit, yeah
The first thing you see eyes are bloody red
Thoughts run through, where the hell am I
Take a look around son, that's all he said, yeah

Lost, calling out for help
Lost, keep it to yourself
Lost, soul is burning hot
Lost, flesh now turned to rot, yeah

Deep in mind, what could this be
Vision is clear, still can't see
Tearing away at your mind and soul
The way you lived your life you knew just where you'd go
Now that you passed take a look around
Soul's crying out, only a sound
Of people beat by whips and chains
Mentally prepared to endure the pain, yeah

Lost, calling out for help
Lost, keep it to yourself
Lost, soul is burning hot
Lost, flesh now turned to rot, yeah

Confusion, hate, anger and pain
Life as you know, never be the same
Thoughts are lost, out of control
Memory erased, all you've ever known
Like a puzzle with the pieces gone
Soul is shattered, cannot go on
A broken mind controls no thought
To deal with this hell, you were never taught, no

Lost, calling out for help
Lost, keep it to yourself
Lost, soul is burning hot
Lost, flesh now turned to rot, yeah