Devoid of reason, the improbability of perseverance is clung to while we watch our halls crumble and fall down. This disease called hope has blinded us all. Look towards the future while our hearts still long for the glory of the past. Another day’s gone by with no signs of progress, only distress. While this cancerous thing called man comes to, and proclaims himself a God. Now the world sits as his throne.
Hope has failed, so now open your eyes. See the new day’s light.
Realistic vision of a place proclaimed to be cherished so dearly. Yet its all just banter, the background noise which creates this tragic symphony. This is how we’ll be remembered, a people who focused more on fashion than function; where external appearances are greater than the possibilities that our collective futures hold.
It was the folly of our ways, started off on the wrong foot first.
Swiftly, man has grown so cold in spite of the warmth of his heart. Keep the fools in shadows, keep their thoughts on frivolous things, and leave them torn apart. Keep their minds on dreams; leave them torn apart. Lead their minds by strings; leave them torn.
Contemplative, as if marching towards a war, he seeks for moments in his life to hold some bit of meaning only to discover a void. Fill our heads with promises of what tomorrow will bring, only to keep hope alive.
Hope has failed, so now open your eyes. See the new day’s light.
Hope has failed, so now open your eyes to see that hope was born anew.