God chases away the sacred bull Brazen and filled with souls
Go, set onward for faltering Goals, inexplicable like ancient tomes Driven by a source unknown Perhaps fear of only coming close Never truly knowing how to hold a future frozen by time Like ice, unmelting and growing into glaciers
No hope No hope for going forward No love in inescapable odds
Serpents that guide them walking blindly Into bindings that smother their hearts Pumping blood unlike the rest of us As oil emerges and darkens the sun
No hope No hope for going forward No love in inescapable odds Only sorrow just as always
Only loss Only loss Only loss
Oh nothing slowly becomes my only home And in the sun it’s always cold
The night, it breathes in a weak and rasping breeze Through the trees as the music of leaves That burn beneath the blood on my feet Blend with the thunder that changes To rain, this pain is sweet For it seeps into me and reminds me that I am Alive and also just so tired
I try to find my reasoning mind, but inside The light that once provided Is blinding and scorching my weeping eyes
No hope No hope for us No love Against these odds
I try to die under stars as the seamless sky is crying Hurting for we and our broken dreams
No hope No hope for going forward No love in inescapable odds Only sorrow just as always