my souls been sold.

there's a hope that's been rising
among all our souls.
the hope of the money to fall at our shoes.
the hope that our children can live in this world
without feasting off the lives of those less entwined in virtue.

but no one can live here, with this, any more.
when every ones dying of pre emptive war.
don't put it beyond us to find war again,
because we've been tricked,
outed from beginning to end.

i'll dance along as a puppet and sing my own song
and die like the others, no trust left at all.
while i feel the strings pull me and watch my limbs tear.
i'll remember the day when i hadn't been here.

feelings, i hate you.

what hopes left,
with a heart so unblessed,
burned by fury but cooled by the sweet,
so sing me sweet.
and say you won't let go.
so i don't have to wonder who's at the door.
when every ones left like the person before,
tell me you won't leave me any more.
tell me that my hearts got a beat.
one you'd like to keep,
sing me the melody that puts me to sleep
a lullaby for the dreams.
but the awakening i've yet to seek.