Lost Souls from Rebirth by Gregory Frost and Static

We are conversation that rest in peace, trapped in local ruins of a world disease.
There's fire on the water and blast in the soil tension on the border and global turmoil.
It was a long, hard struggle, but we brought from the church disintegration subtle and it makes matters worse.

Crash I'm in the ocean, living under the gun, contemplating freedom, staring into the sun, ignoring the choices from the age of dreams, our civilized voices turn, the primal screams

now we are lost souls with the loss of rights and the Chinese morning signs of loss of life.
The red flags fly in the winds of war.
There is valiance in barbed wire on the New York shore, it was a long, hard struggle
That's what freedom is worth. They need a voice to lead them to peace on the Earth.

we find it very hard to see past our home
Imagine a life with hope is never known.
Oh whoa whoa, we are lost souls.

Losing our minds, spin away from the truth, what is this world coming to?
Oh whoa whoa, we are lost souls.

• Adult Alternative
• Alternative
• gothic rock
• retro
• twangy guitar
• Bethel