lost / unfound

Hide me underground So, does anybody know? That this motivation comes so slow With my head up in the clouds Catch these bullets from my mouth So, does anybody know? How this entertainment's gotten so cold I can't see the outside world From inside, behind a windowsill All gray and blue Our haze tells you That this world has gotten so cold Now as we watch everything dissolve Is it so fair to find a home Left behind acres of cold People are features, they're still animals Leave this place eager But I know you'll still watch