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