Void Of All Hope

If you’ve been in this space before, you get it. “The heaven you thought up is wasted. The purpose is suffer and die.” I recorded this October of last year. Not as hopeless presently, but it comes and goes and I never forget.

Lyrics:

Silver needle to the eyes.
See it better when you’re blind.
This life like a penny at the bottom of a drawer.
Forgettable worth of which we don’t need more.

Just the idea of heartbeat –
Another living thing that breathes.
And what it needs goes far beyond
what good pretends to be.

And I promise you no one will make it.
I promise you no one is right.
The heaven you thought up is wasted.
The purpose is suffer and die.

What taught you to smother your light?
To protect the lies at your ear?
How to injure to quiet these cries?
Survival of nothing but fear.

And however else could you stay?
However else are you here?
This sorry excuse will call itself brave
with the void of all hope ever near.

And I promise you no one will make it.
I promise you no one is right.
The heaven you thought up is wasted.
The purpose…

I promise you no one will make it.
I promise you no one is right.
The heaven you thought up is wasted.
The purpose is suffer and die.
The purpose is suffer and die.