God, tell us the reason

　　youth is wasted on the young

　　It's hunting season

　　and this lambs are on the run

　　Searching for meaning

　　But are we all lost stars,

　　trying to light up the dark?

　　Who are we?

　　Just a spec of dust within the galaxy

　　Woe is me if we're not careful

　　turns into reality

　　Don't you dare let all these memories

　　bring you sorrow

　　Yesterday I saw a lion kiss a deer

　　Turn the page maybe

　　we'll find a brand new ending