1. ANATHEMA

Hope, is an illusion
How can I grasp what is not there
(Like raging fear it consumes you, It suffocates until your barely aware)
Factions, that separate, heart from mind
I no longer want to be here

30 years of life and I see it now
I don’t want to be you I want to be me
Working pay slip to payslip is no way to breathe
I’d rather be dead than commute to the factory
I watch them flock like sheep
Materialistic status and possessions to numb the brain
If I can’t create then I don’t want to be

Hope, is an illusion
How can I grasp what is not there
Factions, that separate, heart from mind
I no longer want to be here

Time waits for no one so why wait for the dream
I’m Standing in the mirror and turning grey
The years falling like dewdrops and ebb downstream
I set my fate to the mountains above
I replenish the turmoil that flows within
My days are numbered and I don’t want to loose
I can’t escape what I am here to prove