The Lost and Found

Always running from the truth.
Screaming from burning lungs,
"there's not enough proof!"
And so when Truth comes to get them out,
some prefer to stay in the Lost and Found

They believe there so in control,
but that's before they lose their soul.
They think there living by their own hand
safe in a no mans land,
but what they can't understand
is that the No Mans Land
lands in the hands of the Garbage man.

They kick and scream and fuss and cry
and say the truth must be a lie.
You can't sit on the fence your whole life.
Honey there is Black and White
Wrong and Right,
Were only skin,
were all gonna die,
like a vapor of sky,
we'll fade away like a starry night.
But our souls will carry on,
like a old familiar song.