Quiet clicks and the sound of his breathing Tired fingers ache He says My addiction is all I am proud to believe in and lingers awake And the thicker his skin, the worse it burns His Icarus wings will fail An indicative fling turns to a curse And he sees everything through a veil All to no avail, whats the use To surrender and pour your heart out If it gets abused by an army of strangers Chopped to pieces and carved out The knife might as well be real When it twists inside his wound He was tied down long ago and cant feel What its like not to live in a tomb People have tendency to point and assume And to avoid what is doomed to despondent failure Better cast it aside before it can bloom That night was the tipping point To become a man and get pushed right back Dropped down from the arms of his savior Everything changed, just like that Leave all hope behind the sun Leave all hope behind the sun The morning froze my steaming breath And no one knows, they dream in stead My palms are hot, Ive seen it all No qualms, just a plot and its repeated call My force is great, its orchestrated morbid ways to imagine No more frustrated, forced and labored Wars to attain attachment To anything, I am setting myself free, and letting them know Theres only one purpose I serve now to be ready to go I am become legend, I am become fiction A story that only has an end I only wish I could see it be written But my kind will know me as a king Slowly I begin, the moment has come Run for your life, Im giving you a head start And start with a backwards count From 10 to 1, time to get smart Leave all hope behind the sun 3x Leave all hope your time has come Now they all explain and try to comprehend his decisive moods in Comforting phrases and look dismayed when the truth eludes them Maybe it was always in him or maybe it was all just a mood swing Some lady on the radio said we got lucky we only had to lose ten As things have turned out From official statements to word of mouth The invisible ones you dont learn about Sometimes wont turn around At the final minute, or the sight of pain A chaos of pleading voices When the mind is committed to blind disdain Its deaf to reason or choices Youll never know more about the world than you did at 17, a grown up kid Children have slid far from the days Of innocent play, and theyre harder to raise Yet who here would take a hold of us Who would be bold enough and willing to admit That no one is ever old enough To keep their heads all happy and fit Most who have grown here dont stick around They escape the unbearable weight And all thats left now are cuts in the ground Another empty slate And his steps disappear with the melting snow Theres a puddle on the doorstep To accept this fear is a terrible blow If we dont, we have lost it Leave all hope behind the sun 3x Leave all hope your time has come Being angry for the sake of being angry Brutality as justification for greater brutality Loud talkers refusing to listen to quiet talk Pursuing profits for personal pleasure and calling it something else Acting like the past or the future are different from the present Having children to feign responsibility Refusing to see governments as an image of ourselves Trusting words too much Equating charismatic with credible Doing less than whats required when requirements are low Listening to music with your eyes open Supporting war Not being able to look at pictures of dead people Politics as a playground of the highest bidders Praising childhood and stripping it away from children Decaffeinated coffee Giant supermarkets with millions of tiny packages Food without origin Acting like responsibility is a burden Trying to kill pain with a chemical substance Diagnosing discomfort Gender roles as an explanation for anything Pretending to believe as a form of consolation The thought of thoughts after the brain has died Valuing life only when it is valuable Technology as a substitute and not a tool for understanding The failure to talk and listen to young people Arrogance masked as affection Violence and love in the same sentence Giving off the air of infallibility Treating art as property Only making records if records are forever If records are forever Records are forever 22x
record, hope, leave, refusing, brutality