Lost in the battlefield A soul that can not yield Head first into the frey With no plan for steps to take Taken under the spell Continue to compel Too many moves to make Never stop or you will break
Don't know the road that leads Accelerate with speed Knowing no guarantee Pleasure of the greatest tease Fear of not keeping pace Someone will take your place Burn fast, fall behind Never one with fleeting time
Burning both ends Constant redeeming No time to mend Losing all feeling Burning both ends No longer dreaming The future descends
Losing all meaning
Under the hill we go Too fast, no time to slow The signs of long ago Ignore the pattern far below Final appeal is lost Reveal the final cost Knowing no expertise Never stop or you will cease
Your time was spent, there's no repent Ignoring the signs in the end
Lost in the battlefield This soul that can not yield Still down and out of place Never know your own disgrace Steady under the spell Continue to compel Too late to turn away Forever lost and led astray
