Lost, lost,
Gone to the dogs.
The ever present state of betrayal and intention.

What do I do?
What do I do?
How do I make this all seem like something that will go away?
Bring me some peace.

Hopeless, hopeless,
That's how it all seems.
That's how it all goes.
The invisible wall in front of my face.

The need, the want,
For justice. For clarity.
The past and the present  
One and the Same.

Bringing forth the claim.
Bringing forth the pain.

How do you want me to aim?