lost / unfound

Hide me underground
So, does anybody know?
That this motivation comes so slow

With my head up in the clouds
Catch these bullets from my mouth
So, does anybody know?
How this entertainment's gotten so cold

I can't see the outside world
From inside, behind a windowsill
All gray and blue
Our haze tells you
That this world has gotten so cold

Now as we watch everything dissolve
Is it so fair to find a home
Left behind acres of cold
People are features, they're still animals
Leave this place eager
But I know you'll still watch