The Middle is Gone (Eastwest Session)

I let too much in And the souls begin We were so much alive I couldn't win I had life pursuing sin And life pursuing wind And we were forcing dreams I can hear, but I cannot see I'll never be free I'll try, but I'll never be free Always plagued by what I can never be Alone, the dreams of hopes and wasted goals Sources and forces of the wasted lie They slip The pursuit of time, just wasting more Pious and bias like light shining down on me And I was lost for me And I was tied to me I'll never be free I try, but I'll never be free It's instrumental on the face of dawn Nothing to gain The middle is gone I would wait for things to die So hard, so hard we tried I tried so hard Haven't figured anything out Left behind, so much pain So much doubt Leave worlds behind I'll never be free Always plagued by what I'll never be