toastyghost
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I've had this completely written and simply haven't felt like finishing the recording until just recently. Lyrics follow...
"Hope & Hopelessness"
How can I ever thank you for this pleasure?
And how can I forgive you for this pain?
My gratitude is any ill-conceived measure
I can still carry out, now that I've been maimed...
Look into my eyes
I sincerely hope that you can see
That my soul has been removed
And I feel so motherfucking empty
And incapable of love
Scarred so deeply, permanently
Never again to be soothed
With this fucking hatred in me
What are you trying to prove?
Forced facade, feigned friendly
Bullshit to appease you...
The fucking phone's rung thrice now, so I answer frantic
As I wonder why, as it seems it's gotten a bit late
And ironically, I'm still just a bit manic
But depression's following this surest sign of fate
When the words I've heard make me start to panic
Because it seems it's over, on impetus I can't relate
I am trapped alone in my epiphanic realization of the situation's weight, with...
Eyes that tell the story of a balance between hope and hopelessness
She didn't do it out of malice, but it ends the same with this
If I truly thought that it was over, I would surely slit my wrists
But the future still looks slightly hopeful, so I'll live on for one last kiss...
Spare myself to reprise past bliss...
Old patterns that I know simply won't continue
Now that the entire nature of association's changed
And though it cuts so deeply from all that we've been through
I know I can't desert a friend I know went through the same
The private fantasies of saying "I love you", in you
Just simply must stay private, I wear the mask, pretend I'm sane
While hoping someday soon rekindled love will bring you
So far back to me, and I'll hear you lay new claim to...
Eyes that tell the story of a balance between hope and hopelessness
She didn't do it out of malice, but it ends the same with this
If I truly thought that it was over, I would surely slit my wrists
But the future still looks slightly hopeful, so I'll live on for one last kiss...
Spare myself to reprise past bliss...
Reverberations channel into me
Still feel elation from where I used to be
With these papercut hands, I can still feel on my face
And I hate to understand how I let it go to waste!
With eyes that tell the story of a balance between hope and hopelessness
She didn't do it out of malice, but it ends the same with this
Contradiction, words versus actions! No satisfaction is left in my life!
"Hope & Hopelessness"
How can I ever thank you for this pleasure?
And how can I forgive you for this pain?
My gratitude is any ill-conceived measure
I can still carry out, now that I've been maimed...
Look into my eyes
I sincerely hope that you can see
That my soul has been removed
And I feel so motherfucking empty
And incapable of love
Scarred so deeply, permanently
Never again to be soothed
With this fucking hatred in me
What are you trying to prove?
Forced facade, feigned friendly
Bullshit to appease you...
The fucking phone's rung thrice now, so I answer frantic
As I wonder why, as it seems it's gotten a bit late
And ironically, I'm still just a bit manic
But depression's following this surest sign of fate
When the words I've heard make me start to panic
Because it seems it's over, on impetus I can't relate
I am trapped alone in my epiphanic realization of the situation's weight, with...
Eyes that tell the story of a balance between hope and hopelessness
She didn't do it out of malice, but it ends the same with this
If I truly thought that it was over, I would surely slit my wrists
But the future still looks slightly hopeful, so I'll live on for one last kiss...
Spare myself to reprise past bliss...
Old patterns that I know simply won't continue
Now that the entire nature of association's changed
And though it cuts so deeply from all that we've been through
I know I can't desert a friend I know went through the same
The private fantasies of saying "I love you", in you
Just simply must stay private, I wear the mask, pretend I'm sane
While hoping someday soon rekindled love will bring you
So far back to me, and I'll hear you lay new claim to...
Eyes that tell the story of a balance between hope and hopelessness
She didn't do it out of malice, but it ends the same with this
If I truly thought that it was over, I would surely slit my wrists
But the future still looks slightly hopeful, so I'll live on for one last kiss...
Spare myself to reprise past bliss...
Reverberations channel into me
Still feel elation from where I used to be
With these papercut hands, I can still feel on my face
And I hate to understand how I let it go to waste!
With eyes that tell the story of a balance between hope and hopelessness
She didn't do it out of malice, but it ends the same with this
Contradiction, words versus actions! No satisfaction is left in my life!