Dust

Head for something real or might just keep away
Say something I feel loud and clear to me
Wasted to be free set it all to see
All that you can take so nothing will be found here
Is this what we get just to fade away
Strange to make ends meet and nothing will be left here
Will it pass you by
Had enough of here
Are you made for this
To see it if it's gone
Will I find you here
Are you made for this
We've been trapped here for ages stuck to the ground
But we're leaving for nothing will never be found
When the last one's left here broken and bound
We'll be begging for something but will never be found