This world is no longer your sanctuary
There is no place that you can flee
We are the ones that you crossed
We are broken. We are lost
You never felt hatred so cold
We are of all people, young and old
We are the jury who decides your fate
It is we for whom the reaper alternates

We are The Lost Ones

Don’t say this isn’t something you deserve
There’s no price. There’s no sentence you can serve
You know you shredded your own soul
And because of you, we lost our own
Your tongue is made of silver
In your eyes we see fire
We are the jury who decides your fate
It is we for whom the reaper alternates

We are The Lost Ones

We are the jury who decides your fate
It is we for whom the reaper alternates
So cold!
We are The Lost Ones