Hope
Waking up every morning, Feel like nothing's ever gonna change You come along looking clueless; The system got us down Even your best of hair. But I like to think You're a breath of fresh air To this cemetery of Broken souls; Retarded, disregarded and dreams of Trying harder, You're the future kid, In this epiphany of mindless-jabber. Thoughtless postures, Staring blankness, A purpose with no desire; Softly killing us to retire. Nothing we hoped for Was worth all this trouble The system got us down Pray, they spare you the label! But I like to think You're a breath of fresh air To this cemetery of Broken souls; Retarded, disregarded and dreams of Trying harder, You're the future kid, In this epiphany of mindless-jabber.