So lost in what's dead and gone. You're blind to today. And I was there. I lived it too. And watched them shit on all of our grace. Choking on dust. Dead in the past you're stuck on the tracks. Choking on your own dust. You lost your way but I still feel the same. What do they say, nothing remains. Well that's news to me. We fight on the front lines. Preservation. And you're telling stories the days of old. But what is that shit doing for me. Cause I'm in tune with what's going on here and yes, I am still proud to be. Cause it's alive. The spirit beaches. You lost touch and now you fail to see.