The Unclaimed Prize Songtext
von The Mark of Cain

No leftovers for me
The prize in the game
No person could see
What I couldn′t gain
I was the consolation prize
In a lottery never drawn
I'm staying up too late
Windows say it′s dawn

Never knew my objective
Never reached my goals
Stuck without perspective
No life to look back on

Staying up too late
Sun says it's morning
I was in a lottery
For unclaimed prizes

I never won
I never won
You won


The best times were the low times
The best times were the low times
Gentle reminders of my own inhibitions
Gentle reminders of my own frailty

You couldn't see
What I could see
I had a vision
I had a vision
What now
Only I′ll never know
Never the less
It′s different now
Had a vision
What did it mean?
Had a message to send
But I lost the address
Confused, waiting
I lost the address

This morning's hint of future
Was lost in the bright afternoon


No leftovers for me
The prize in a game
Going nowhere
Go inside
It′s warm out there
No person could see
What I couldn't be
I was the consolation prize
In a lottery
Never drawn