When You’re Dead, Like Me
All You Have Is Hope And Determination
Sometimes Just Hope
Engraved Into My Eyelids Is This Fantasy World That I Hope To Live In.
But Engraved Into my Heart Is All the Time I’ve Tried To Go There But Failed.
Keep Your Eyes On The Prize They Say
But That Little Glimmer Of Hope In My Eyes Tells Them That My Eyes ARE On The Prize
But The Fiends Of Hell Try To Make Sure My Eyes Stay Dead- Looking...
When You’re Dead, Like Me, You Do Everything You Can To Achieve the Fantasy
But You Do It With A Black Heart, A Tar Soul And Glimmering Eyes. I’m A Dead Person.
With Nothing.
But I Am Not Hopeless.