Be ready when your hope dies. Leaving you dreaming with your closed eyes. Sitting there lonely but you know why. You feel it and you know why. Be ready when your hope dies.

The world is messed up, "F'd" up from everything detected. It's rotten to the core and yet they want us to respect it. Me, I'm kind of torn 'cause when a single life is taking another one's getting born. It's the cycle of life and we're in the storm. The waves are beating down hard but we're holding our form. And that deserves a round of applause 'cause everyday we're running away from oblivion's jaws. Got my grandmother squeezing on her rosary while she's walking through a flood holding groceries. And this just isn't here it's also overseas, but isn't that the way god said it would be supposedly? Well I do not agree 'cause I would change a lot of things if it was really up to me. 'Cause even if you're happy in this place tomorrow can wipe the smile off your face.


And then your hope dies. Leaving you dreaming with your closed eyes. Sitting there lonely but you know why. You feel it and you know why. Be ready when your hope dies. Leaving you dreaming, fighting your demons, frightened and screaming and you know why. You feel it and you know why. Be ready when your hope dies.


The world's full of drama in case you folks didn't know. A million wars being fought and breaking Geneva's Code. Bodies stacking up in piles while we surf on our phones. They're knocking houses down for miles and they're putting up thrones. Go ahead and take a look, with both eyes. And when you feel it move your spirit, don't cry. Turn your armor on and remain strong 'cause even in a perfect world everything goes wrong.

And then your hope dies. Leaving you dreaming with your closed eyes. Sitting there lonely but you know why. You feel it and you know why. Be ready when your hope dies. Leaving you dreaming, fighting your demons, frightened and screaming and you know why. You feel it and you know why. Be ready when your hope dies.


Take a look at what we made here. This world is full of more tragedies than William Shakespeare's. I wonder when the final curtain is closed, will the fact that we did this all to ourselves be exposed. We got tsunamis and earthquakes murdering the earth's face, exponential birthrates, tell me these are not the worst days? Then tell me how we even the score when on the TV all you see is starving people and war.


And then your hope dies. Leaving you dreaming with your closed eyes. Sitting there lonely but you know why. You feel it and you know why. Be ready when your hope dies. Leaving you dreaming, fighting your demons, frightened and screaming and you know why. You feel it and you know why. Be ready when your hope dies.