Masses Of A Dying Breed

[Spoken]

I have made it here.

This is where I want to be.

But this is only halfway there.

Some things have taken over who I am.

Take it all back

Back from where you came.



Some things have taken over who I am.

I went cold finding my way back.

Places only seen by one's will want to be.

Lost consumes masses of a dying breed.

Hammered through life a nail to seal this demise.

This light will show forever and a day.



This is where I want to be.

Where there's comfort in everything.

This is where I want to be.

I have made it here from nothing.



No recognition of who you are.

Don't you see this is where I want to be.

You're only making excuses

To hide what the truth is.

You're only making a fool of yourself.

Unthought out excuses.

You're only making a fool of yourself.

Unthought out excuses.



This is where I want to be.

Where there's comfort in everything.

This is where I want to be.

I have made it here from nothing.



This is where I want to be.

Where there's comfort in everything.

This is where I want to be.

I have made it here from nothing.



This is where I want to be.

Where there's comfort in everything.

This is where I want to be.

I have made it here from nothing.



[Spoken]

I have made it here.

This is where I want to be.

But this is only half way there.

Somethings have taken over who I am.

Take it all back

Back from where you came.