Sanoja: Sarah's Redemption. The Dreamer's Gene. Southside.

We went over to Purchase, to party like we used to,
and relive our days of recklessness with grace.
We stumbled 'round from dorm to dorm,
finding a crowd we could call the norm,
until we ended up in this black hole of a place.
And as I pierced the crowd, obnoxious and loud,
I let my eyes adjust to the lack of light.
I almost cried at how my soul has died,
and as I analyzed, I came to realize
that I'm way too young to feel this numb
among the crowds I used to identify by.
I'm way too young to feel this numb,
to know that everything I'm working for is a lie.

I haven't lived since I turned nineteen,
was sacrificed on the guillotine
of the nine-to-five world I always despised.
They take your spirit, they take your heart,
as your youth begins to fall apart,
and day by day you watch your life pass you by.
No!

I'm way too young to feel this numb
among the crowds I used to identify by.
I'm way too young to feel this numb,
to know that everything I'm working for is a lie.

We once were kings of this scene,
carelessly living out a dream.
We lived in drive-thru parking lots,
drove beat up cars we all let rot.
We stood as one, the time stood still.
We can't grow old, we never will.
We lived and died for our rock shows...
...where did that feeling go?

I've lost best friends
in search of things I'll never find,
made my mistakes, cried in regret, and lost my mind.
But I still know the things I'll hold
to such a great importance
are not quite as superficial
as what I pursued when this all started.
Where did that feeling go?