WE are the dead...

I've been thinking a lot this evening about how little most of us really appreciate what we have. I have been thinking about all the young people who are going through much harder times than I do and how unappreciative I have been lately for the lifestyle that I lead. I really want to make an effort to be more faithful and to not take things for granted.

All That's Left
by Thrice

One day the dreamers died within us
When all our answers never came
We hid the truth beneath our skin but
Our shadows never looked the same

A ghost is all that's left
Of everything we swore we never would forget
We tried to bleed the sickness
But we drained our hearts instead
We are, we are the dead

And when we couldn't stop the bleeding
We held our hearts over the flame
We couldn't help but call it treason
After that we couldn't fill our frames
After that our shadows never looked the same

A ghost is all that's left
Of everything we swore we never would forget
We tried to bleed the sickness
But we drained our hearts instead
We are, we are the dead

In summers past we'd challenge fate
With higher pitch and perfect aim
And standing fast, we'd radiate
A light we loved but never named
But the answers never came
And our shadows never looked the same

A ghost is all that's left (we are the ones who lost our faith)
Of everything we swore we never would forget (can we be saved?)
We tried to bleed the sickness
But we drained our hearts instead
We are, we are the dead (we are the ones who lost our faith)
A ghost of everything we thought but never said (can we be saved?)
We tried to bleed the sickness
But we drained our hearts instead

We are the ones who lost our faith
We dug ourselves an early grave
We are the dead, can we be saved?