With The Wolves

Somewhere along the way we got thrown off track.

Though we tried so hard to keep ourselves in check.

We've grown so used to this lack of sleep. Exhausted from an overwhelming defeat.

Whoa

I can't find my way.

There's no path to guide me. The more I give in

the more it haunts me.

And I've given up control. I suffer just to run with the wolves.

So I sing these words to the fortunate. The ones who look alive.

Never living life in disconnect

through someone else's eyes.

Whoa

I can't find my way.

There's no path to guide me. The more I give in

the more it haunts me.

And I like a fool

am burned. I give and give with no return.

Whoa

there's no path to guide me. The more I give in

the more it haunts me.

And I've given up control. I suffer just to run with the wolves.

Nothing will be earned by skipping stones.

Lessons won't be learned through broken bones.

One by one

we're losing ourselves.

Like a flame burning out

but I have a light.

When you're in the dark and out of doubt

find me.

God

what have I done?

I've lost myself for no one.

Whoa

I can't find my way.

There's no path to guide me. The more I give in

the more it haunts me.

And I like a fool

am burned. I give and give with no return.

Whoa

there's no path to guide me. The more I give in

the more it haunts me.

And I've given up control. I suffer just to run with the wolves.