The masses line the outer banks
Of the river beneath the trees
No one knows just what’s to come
Or what lies in between

The words unspoken
The silence left unbroken
Like waves on the ocean
The falling rain may wane before the coming storm

What are we in this for?
The core has turned and rotten
As the years just spin on by
To the sounds of the forgotten

Wading through the undertow
For a distant light we seek
No one could know what we might find out there
Beyond the trees

Those paths left untaken
And the lives we’ve forsaken
Like shadows growing closer
Once again left to wane amidst the coming storm

What are we in this for?
The core has turned and rotten
As the years just spin on by
To the sounds of the forgotten

Why should we even care?
The shores are lined with graves
So seize the day ’cause in the end
’Neath the sounds of the forgotten

Ringing like an echo
The waves come crashing down
Leaving all our worries silent
Like they were muted forgotten sounds

What are we in this for?
The core has turned and rotten
As the years just spin on by
To the sounds of the forgotten

Why should we even care?
The shores are lined with graves
So seize the day ’cause in the end
’Neath the sounds

What are we in this for?
The core has turned and rotten
As the years just spin on by
To the sounds of the forgotten

Why should we even care?
The shores are lined with graves
So seize the day ’cause in the end
’Neath the sounds of the forgotten