Last Martyrs Of A Lost Cause - Morning Hour Convict lyrics

Have you ever felt as if life would pa** you by? Dreams fade to the black of mind as you search to find And your veins are dry, you're not really alive Anxious for what awaits, for the next day to arrive And i never noticed how complicated life is. Once again all that remains feels stale and old Streetlights pa** at the same time, It's overcast and cold My eyes won't open, they're too jaded to close Paralyzed by your own sick mind, your thoughts slowly doze