watch the hourgl*ss drain itself, watch the smiles grow forced.
in retrospect, nothing turned out the way i thought; all is lost.
i guess i’m overly philosophical, but that’s just my cross.
’cause every time i stop to watch the present i see the corpse, decayed, of what once was.
time’s our guide on the path of life, and it’s leading us astray as the blood turns cold.
[chorus:] all love lost
we all feed on expectation and dreams; d*mn whoever gets in the way.
the loved one today might be the scapegoat to be;
f*ck or get f*cked-it’s always been that way.
[chorus:] all is lost
sweet promises whispered by lovers at night, given with p*ssion before.
say them again, look into my eyes and tell me- who’s the wh*r*?
the deceiver will think himself deceived
forming a truth of his own, as they always do.
it’s only a matter of what you want to believe,
but in the end we’ve got nothing-everything’s lost.
time’s our guide on the path of life, and it’s leading us astray
as the blood turns cold. everything’s lost…