Lonely World

This is a lonely world, this is a lonely world Each of us filled with a crisis of mind We hold onto what is wrong, thinking we're right But are we blinded by the dark or the light? It's a low hanging fruit, it's easy to grab To say you stand for something, when you already have A crown on your head, and the world at your feet You die holding onto what you never could keep This is a lonely world, this is a lonely world Each of us filled with a crisis of mind We hold onto what is wrong, thinking we're right But are we blinded by the dark or the light? Finite and finality, allow me to see What will last and what will fade, what will keep within the shade The shade that hides and the shade that reveals Which piercing wounds will ever heal This is a lonely world, this is a lonely world Each of us filled with a crisis of mind We hold onto what is wrong, thinking we're right But are we blinded by the dark or the light?