Lost But Not All Gone

Somewhere I was lost
Off but not all gone
Gave me
Nothing of God
Come here mister, take in no love
Even if it canvases so
(When) the blind eye never liked
(What) the wide eye never sees
Here I lie
The same I fell at first
Give me anything but apathy
Or love and curse
Waiting for my soul to wake
And come alive again
Can I not torment this
With a canon of assisted duress?
Here I lie
The same I fell at first
Give me anything but apathy
Or love and curse
Waiting for my soul to stir
And wake, rejoice, and come alive again
Here I go
The same I fall at first
Give me anything but apathy
Or love and curse
Waiting for my soul to wake
And come alive again