Prisoners Lyrics - Our Last Night

We wake up in a bed of silk 

Then stare up at the ceiling as high as the sky 

Like it's our way to fly 

We're chasing a reason to exist 

But can't seem to escape the loneliness 

Running in circles around happiness 

With houses made of gold 

Defined by what we own 

We follow what we're told 

Fit right into the mold 

Is this what we need to breathe 

Or are we just feeding our disease 

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We lost sight of what we can't touch 

We've lost it all but we can't remember how to love 

A full plate with an empty heart 

We feast on greed until we starve 

We wonder why we feel empty inside 

Why there's a hunger that we can't satisfy 

A lonely world with a bad design 

You waste your time on an endless climb 

With houses made of gold 

Defined by what we own 

We follow what we're told 

Fit right into the mold 

Is this what we need to breathe 

Or are we just feeding our disease 

Prisoners of a hopeless war 

Fighting with a double edged sword 

We could be free 

If we stop feeding our disease 

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We stand on top of the world 

But still feel so alone 

We stand on top of the world 

With no one to hold 

We stand at the top of the world, alone 

With houses made of gold 

Defined by what we own 

We follow what we're told 

Fit right into the mold 

Is this what we need to breathe 

Or are we just feeding our disease 

Prisoners of a hopeless war 

Fighting with a double edged sword 

We could be free 

If we stop feeding our disease