Lost Souls It’s hard, so hard So hard when you're stoned You wake up in the morning And your bedroom’s freezing cold. Like heaven when you’re winning And hell when you lose, The life you’ve been living Is not the one you’d choose. But I’ve been thinking And now I believe There’s a purpose For what has come to me I’ve been thinking And now I believe Salvation’s waiting For lost souls like me. It’s hard, so hard, Hard times all around: There’s quiet desperation On the streets of your hometown. You can’t outrun the demons No matter how you try, You feel it in your bones Somebody’s gonna die.