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Boy Sets Fire In Hope

way to decline These fairy tales that will mold into nightmares This fate laid out in my hands Unatoned I descend into my own indecision In hope, in hope, in hope

In hope this little angel will be free from all of their poisons And in hope I grind my knees into the floor Praying that he'll never have to feel the

find Chorus Is this all there is I should be a better man Is this all there is I could pick myself up again Is this all there is I hope that one day

sick of excuses; I'm tired of lies I'm tired of fools like you wasting my time Hands of my soul, you can't control (hands off my fucking soul) And I hope

you enlighten today humiliate to sell your point of view create an image for mass consumption insecurity as intellect see your soul in your eyes hope

they write an enemy's name backwards on the wall young girls tie ribbons around their slender throats trying to keep their heads on chocolate boy walks