The Death of Hope

Won't take the time to change yourself A mere reflection of the modern ache We walk a tight rope We wrote a fine lie We kill what we cannot control And never stopped to assess Rob the lights Negate the room We threw away our innocence For convenience I'm not feeling so vibrant These days I wish I could say That something could change But these days I feel like I'm going Right through the motions It seems like I'm only I lost the point of why I'm still here Trying to make sense of all that's not clear Trying to force something out quick All of it starts to bleed into the schtick A routine of malice and sorrow To feed you something to consume I'm just stuck in a state of possibly never leaving this goddamn room Impossible to know If anything were to change My life's a fight I'm all alone And this is not my best I want to kill myself But I hate this Because I know The weak way out Has already been pushed On the sick Won't go against the grain There's no escape Im not able to pull the fucking trigger And just blow my mind I'm not feeling so vibrant These days I wish I could say That something could change But these days I feel like I'm going Right through the motions It seems like I'm only I lost the point of why I'm still here Trying to make sense of all that's not clear Trying to force something out quick All of it starts to bleed into the schtick A routine of malice and sorrow To feed you something to consume I'm just stuck in a state of possibly never leaving this goddamn room How terrible We can never replace what we never had I know I've got an original idea But it will only fall on deaf ears In this niche that I've created Cause no one ever Gave a shit anyways What an embarrassment Counting the moments That someone'sis laughing Ignorantly laughing And everything I tried to do such a disaster I should have just taken the hint A far cry from where I saw myself I know that eventually i'll burn in hell Or fuck off Or choke off Or piss off Or shit on It's something every time I turn around in this society I lost the point of why I'm still here Trying to make sense of all that's not clear Trying to force something out quick All of it starts to bleed into the schtick A routine of malice and sorrow To feed you something to consume I'm just stuck in a state of possibly never leaving this goddamn room