Besedila: Chemical Vocation. A Misfit In Progress. Lost And Found.

Stop, and breathe it all in
Save it for later
We have become so predictable
The search for redress is no longer headed

Maybe this reflects all our motions
We search for a reason to stay here
All there is, is nothing to see
And all we see, is everything to loose

The weight of our responsibility
is laying on our sholders
It echoes through the town
The end where whispers sleep

For how long will this hold
When will we be unified and seen as one
These dramatic acts have been pushed too far
and far too long

Maybe this reflects all our motions

(Thanks to Michelle for these lyrics)