we'll see how this turns out.
Here We Are In The Beginning; No, Hope Is Not Yet On The Lord's Chart
Thousand Words Paint A Picture;That Doesn't Create An Artist's Heart
A Hundred Million Metaphors, To Paint The Sisteen Chapel, For A Start
The Epitome Of The Underdogs, And Seemingly Barking Up The Wrong Tree
Rhyming Couplets Will Not Pass For Style, Better Turn Them Into Three
Who Really Believes That What Is Kindness Can Pass For What Is Weak?
Who Conceived The Very Reality, I Take For Access Granted Sneak Peek?
Hoping For A Savior, Or At The Very Least The Government's Equivalent
Human Punching Bags Charging Sixteen Dollars/Hour; Who Needs To Vent?
Who's Heaven Sent? And Who Really Gives Up Love For Lent?Not Ever You
So Teach Us Pain And Death And Abstinance, It is What You Have To Do
To Teach Me Why The Sky Is Blue, And What To Do To Cheer Him Back Up
Father Time and Yaweh Are Fist Fighting Cause Mother Nature Is A Slut
So Comprehend These Words I Send; Sit And Comprehend The Eternal Hope
And See Just How Far Your Friends Will Stray Because Of A Simple Joke
But The Hope Will Stay Nearby, That Savior Is Leaving Your Wish List
And Proceeding To Decend From The Clouds; What You Thought Was Bliss
Is Now Just An Inch Above Your Head, So You Abandon Hopes For Facts
Instead Of Remaining True And Strong, You Abandon All Your Camaracs
And Take The Easy Way Out; Start Working The Cash At The Home Depot
Come Crawling Back To Blind Faith; Use Sunglasses To Deceive People
Your Skeleton Is Roughly Shod, You Don't Understand, Turn To God
Everything Is Gone, Here Child, Become My Lament
You Spent Many A Year Telling Me To Get Bent
Hope Is No More, That's Right, No More Bliss
Yes, Come Closer, See How Sharp The Knife Is
You Need A New Hope...