Fucked hope, what can I do? I'm trying so hard to get to you.
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But you refuse to hear a single word of truth.
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But every lie they swore as true falls like music to your ears.
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How can we live our lives so unaware?
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How can we love if we are so fucking scared?
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And my only regret is I once played the same dreadful tune.
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You sing the same songs your parents sang about their unflinching devotion
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To everything. Everything sick and wrong with yesterday and today.
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They broke you down and stole everything, and you openly embraced that this
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Life was not your very own.
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False hope is all they'll give to you.
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Best years is what they'll take from you.
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You were robbed, how long will it be before you see?
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All the skinned knees you should have felt,
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A thousand ways to break free, but you won't.
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So keep carrying your father's cross and living your mother's dreams,
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Never getting to express a voice you can make.
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You were never there, never there for yourself.
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Never there for yourself.
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And now I don't know who's to blame.
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A Thousand Ways
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