No Hope
Flat line these false supplies
Open scars are televised
Try hard to break the mould
With no hope tattooed into your soul
More lines, a way to cope
Applaud denial, consume the hope
Try hard to break the mould
With no hope tattooed into your soul
This crime on what you're choked
Speak out when the silence broke
In mind's forgotten so
In hope no hope is still to show
New sights, thoughtless eyes
Views from what's considered high
In mind's forgotten so
In hope no hope is still to show
If I hear your voice in my head
In my bed, in my rest
Then I might just throw away
Though I know I'm dead in my chest
In my rest, in my dress
Still I might just throw away
Don't hold me under
I don't want to go
I hear a thunder
To soak
Don't hold me under
I don't want to go
I hear more thunder
To choke
Shards lie, speech is false
Try not to break the mould
You said I might find a day
If I shut my mouth and look away
On time for false supplies
More stars are burned alive
You said try hard to shake the soul
With your hope shattered into your bones
If I hear your voice in my head
In my bed, in my rest
Then I might just throw away
Though I know I'm dead in my chest
In my rest, in my dress
Still I might just throw away
Open scars are televised
Try hard to break the mould
With no hope tattooed into your soul
More lines, a way to cope
Applaud denial, consume the hope
Try hard to break the mould
With no hope tattooed into your soul
This crime on what you're choked
Speak out when the silence broke
In mind's forgotten so
In hope no hope is still to show
New sights, thoughtless eyes
Views from what's considered high
In mind's forgotten so
In hope no hope is still to show
If I hear your voice in my head
In my bed, in my rest
Then I might just throw away
Though I know I'm dead in my chest
In my rest, in my dress
Still I might just throw away
Don't hold me under
I don't want to go
I hear a thunder
To soak
Don't hold me under
I don't want to go
I hear more thunder
To choke
Shards lie, speech is false
Try not to break the mould
You said I might find a day
If I shut my mouth and look away
On time for false supplies
More stars are burned alive
You said try hard to shake the soul
With your hope shattered into your bones
If I hear your voice in my head
In my bed, in my rest
Then I might just throw away
Though I know I'm dead in my chest
In my rest, in my dress
Still I might just throw away
Credits
Writer(s): Emma Dawkins, Patrick Bongers, Gabriel Haeuser, Emma Katherine Dawkins
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