Our Last Night - Prisoners lyrics

We wake up in a bed of sin Then stare up at the ceiling as high as the sky Like it's our way to fly We're chasing a reason to exist But can't seem to escape the loneliness Running in circles around happiness With houses made of gold, controlled by what we own We follow what we're told, fit right into the mold Is this what we need to breathe? Or are we just feeding our disease? We lost sight of what we can't touch We lost it all but can't remember how to love I'm hoping with an empty heart And we shall grieve until we start We wonder why we feel empty inside Why there's a hunger that we can't satisfy A lonely world with a bad design We waste our time on an endless climb With houses made of gold, controlled by what we own We follow what we're told, fit right into the mold Is this what we need to breathe? Or are we just feeding our disease? Prisoners of a hopeless war Fighting with a double edged sword We could be free if we stop feeding our disease We stand on top of the world, but still there's hollow hope We stand on top of the world When all is wrong, we stand at the top of the world alone With houses made of gold, controlled by what we own We follow what we're told, fit right into the mold Is this what we need to breathe? Or are we just feeding our disease? Prisoners of a hopeless war Fighting with a double edged sword We could be free if we stop feeding our disease