Everday we're just getting older   everyday we get a little closer   everyday we're loosing our grip   more and more of our lives are shit   take these drugs, they make me sick   Addicted, lost and one cruel trick      I am lost   never wanted to be like this   lost      Everday your scraping your knees   Feind and thirst for drugs and disease   I hate myself for this greed   Fiend and fiend I get what I need   Heavier now the cross I bear   For a god who wasn't there      In these times of turmoil   when you don't know what will happen tommorow   Realize that we are the future, and have hope   that things may change   So get up   and find yourself      And there will be a riot, in the house of god      I am lost   I won't be a statistic   lost