Myst 2012

Duration

6:22

Genres

Alt. Rock

Lyrics

In the myst of things, All the colours turn to grey, And all our hopes are chased away, And the children never play. We go on in the myst of things. Ain't no sun today, We shrug the rain and fight the pain, We make our way. Still the rain keeps pouring down on us. Spite all that you say, we'll play the game. We go on in the myst of things. The sun never shines, On our little town. It seems like it just can't hang around. And everybodies feeling a little down today. We go on in the myst of things. A seed was planted by the ocean floor, Not a word, not a sound for twenty years or more, Until the rains came down and when they lifted their heads, Without a warning it was born a hundred times again, it said.. Stand by me, take my hand, I'm gonna take you on a trip into another land, Where you can live in peace or you can live in sin, You can live all of your lives freely again. The image stood before us for all to see, It was a plain, a simple thought, a luxury. We could not ignore, we could not comprehend, In the eyes of the Lord, we could not understand. So we too the bait, to learn our fate, Judgement laid before us at an unknown rate, We lined up to follow in an eager pace, As we headed full force into a life not meant to face. Then came the warning, the thought of fear, The lightening flashed, what are we doing here? One by one we heard them meet their fate, All the screams, all the lies made us hesitate, So we turned around, fell to the ground, I knew right then when I heard the sound, That the land layed before us was the devils domain, It was too late, we had weakened, he'd entered our veins. In the myst of things... Oooh, clear the myst out of your eyes. Eyes, eyes, eyes. In the myst of things, We scratch and scrape and crawl, and try to make ends meet. And in the end we'll never, never, ever face defeat. We go on in the myst of things. The flowers never grow, In my flowerbed, Seems like we oughtta go, But we just stay here instead, And everybody knows a little more, About being dead. We go on in the myst of things