IF HOPE DIES LYRICS

1. By The Time You Read This

I'm leaving right now, not for another moment.
Can I stand to bear the weight of your eyes upon me.
There's a weight that pressing on my shoulders.
Each step away takes so much effort.
But when you turn around next I still won't be there.
I've managed to kid myself about who I am.
For such a long time.
And about how you may have felt.
It's still hard to put into words.
Just how much you mean to me.

Those wonderful nights just seem so far away now.
I can look into the sky.
And almost see them, out there between the stars.
Of course I know you don't even see that much at all.
So when you look back I'll be gone,
and you won't have missed a thing.

Maybe this is better.
Because I'd rather you not see this.
How I'd scream at these walls.
Until I can't speak your name again.

I've managed to kid myself about who I am.
For such a long time.
And about how you may have felt.
It's still hard to put into words.
Just how much you mean to me.

I'll be gone when you turn around.
You'll only see the same empty space.
The space that we both shared.
This those memories that you've forgotten.
And I'll be running; I'll keep on running.
Because I'm leaving for good.
I won't be looking back, no I won't.

Running forward into the night.
I'll let it swallow me whole.
Maybe you'll hear me in the wind.
But then it will be too late.
To say goodbye.

Goodbye.

2. Death Of A Salesman

This is the final countdown.
The hands on the clock.
Become the hands upon your throat.
Take a hard look at your time card.
Add up all the hours.
The weeks, the months and years.
Think of all the time that you’ve sold away.
Of all the smiles, laughter and passion.
You’ve left behind.

One of many, you file into the lines.
Your hopes and dreams diminished.
Is it worth what you’re being given?
Can all the moments torn away ever be replaced?
Is the one life you’ve been given.
All going to waste?

Success is meaningless if you’ve sold your soul to accomplish it.
All the money in the world won’t be able to lift this weight from your chest.

This is the final countdown.
The hands on the clock.
Become the hands upon your throat.

Neckties are like the subtle noose.
Hanging from the gallows.
Swaying in the winds of progress.
A lifetime of subservience.
Swept away by this
hurricane of deception.

One of many, you file into the lines.
Your hopes and dreams diminished.
Is it worth what you’re being given?
Can all the moments torn away ever be replaced?
Is the one life you’ve been given.
All going to waste?

The hands on the clock.
Are the hands on your throat

3. Dellamorte, Dellamore

You'd think I wouldn't miss you.
But your persistent voice cuts through me like glass.
Memories of not so pleasant times soon to kill me.
Like well-aimed daggers thrown through well-painted hearts.
But not this time.
I will remain myself.
Without influence.
And without desire.

Take my hand one last time.
Like a slaughtered lamb laid to rest.
And follow me to the burial plot.
On how we were once filled with promise.

Let me gaze upon that face one more time.
To resurrect regret and throw it all away.
To taste the lips that once invited curiosity.
But will now be given the chance to kiss the hand of God.

Take one last breath.
Make it deep and make it full.
And I will make it your last.
Take one last breath.
Make it deep and make it full.
And I will make it your last.

I won't be swayed again.
By your warm breath upon my neck.
Rather than listen to your voice.
I'll scream out the last rights of this love.

A book of pictures will fuel this fire.
Old letters of lies will become a pyre.
I'll be standing where we first met.
When I cast your ashes into the wind.

My heart has become your shallow grave.
No one to mourn you on this sad day.
My heart has become your shallow grave.
No one to mourn you on this sad day.
My heart has become your shallow grave.
No one to mourn you on this sad day.

4. Sugar, Free Donuts

there is this energy
that flows from withing
there is this volition
that's constantly repressed
the ability to connect
to live and love without regret
exists inside the self
before barriers obscure it
subdued by artificial means
bondage that bites into weak flesh
sedatives to tranquilize
drain the meaning from our lives
a theft, a self imposed sentenced
doomed to watch devoid of passion

we cannot stand idly by
as the years are drained from our lives
real truth and interaction
obscured by false pretense

do you think that you are free?
is that really what you believe
can you see out past the blinds
placed on your perception

there is no way not to notice those
whose eyes are dull and lifeless
succumbed to promises of fullfillment
a tragedy of epic proportions

there is this energy
that flows from withing
there is this volition
that's constantly repressed
the ability to connect
to live and love without regret
exists inside the self
before barriers obscure it

don't let numbness
replace your spirit
don't live in fear
of the gifts you've been given
we can never exist fully
underneath chemical repression

5. Father Figure

yeah, you're the king snake
gliding through the grass
all attempts to catch you have ended
in empty grasps
you slid into our hearts'
and unleashed your venemous tongue
it's now more than i can stand to see you continue on
ever the sarcastic one, i can see
your forked tongue flicker between your lips
tasting the wind finding someone else to lie to again
bearing nothing but an armful of empty promises

your arms spread wide open with a dagger's embrace
i won't believe your poisoned words ever again

i can't manage to look you in your eyes now,
without trying to burn a hole right through your head
these every day masquerades only serve to make my heart sick

yeah, you're the king snake
gliding through the grass
all attempts to catch you have ended
in empty grasps
you slid into our hearts'
and unleashed your venemous tongue
it's now more than i can stand to see you continue on

your arms spread wide open with a dagger's embrace
i won't believe your poisoned words ever again
i can see right through you

ever the sarcastic one, i can see
your forked tongue flicker between your lips
tasting the wind finding someone else to lie to again
bearing nothing but an armful of empty promises
your continued existence is meaningless

someday you'll learn of all the pain you've made
and i hope that realization will bring you to your knees
that you have led a life
hurting those who could have loved you most
your continued existence is meaningless

i can't manage to look you in your eyes now
without trying to burn a hole right through your head
these everyday masquerades only serve to make my heart sick
oh yeah, you're the great deciever

your arms spread wide open,
with a poisoned embrace
i won't believe your poisoned words ever again

6. R.I.P. Cuba Gooding Jr.

It’s amazing that five lives have.
Revolved around this thing we’ve made.
More amazing still that we continue on today.
It’s grown to be more than we could ever have hope.d
This thing’s bigger than the lot of us.
There’s so much more to this road.
I want to see it all with you.
This passion still burns.

I don’t want to sever these ties.
These are the times of our lives.
This is the time that binds.
This is our lifeline.

This is something that I’ll always hold dear to my heart.
That I’ll always remember.
Dear to my heart.
This is something that I’ll always hold dear to my heart.
There’s no mistaking.
What we have is worth saving.
Some of my greatest memories have come out of this.
There’s no mistaking.
What we have is worth saving.
To think that it all could have been cast aside.

There’s so much more to that road.
It stretches on for miles.
I want to see it all with you.
This passion, it still burns.

I don’t want to sever these ties.
These are the times of our lives.
This is the tie that binds.
This is our lifeline.

This is something that I’ll always hold dear to my heart.
This is something that I’ll never forget.
This is something that I’ll always hold dear to my heart.

My heart.

There’s so much more to that road
It stretches on for miles.
We’ve got much longer to go.
Because this passion still burns.

7. The Null Set

Still my heart, cease the beating quickened by.
Your passing grace.
Better to fix my gaze ahead and forget, forget everything.
For now just keep on walking, swallow the words back.
Down and pray for nothing.
Steel myself and melt back into the shadows.
Continue down this lonely path, where love and joy fear to tread.
An island of strength free from all feeling.
For now just keep on walking.
Swallow the words back down and pray for nothing.
Easier to just let go, then to fight and lose.
An idea too lofty to hold onto.
All these nights awake spent staring at these walls.
All these feelings I've tried so hard to quell.
I hold my breath and try to force it away.
Clenching my fists, gritting my teeth.

Waiting for the new day to come and dispel these clouds away.
A sky of dim prospect, to grim to behold.
I'll bow my head and plow forward.

Carve my heart out from my ribs.
Trap it in a box and throw away the key.
If I told you where I hid it.
You'd only use it to destroy me.
My nerves long dead, turned to dust from lack of use.

I've forgot what it's like to bask in hopes warm light.

Still my heart, cease the beating quickened by.
Your passing grace.
Better to fix my gaze ahead and forget, forget everything.

8. Siege Equipment For Spiritual Decline

Those roads and streets they cut.
They cut off circulation.
Just like chains around my wrists.
Yeah.
Pushing me in these same directions.
Caught in a maze of dull routine.
A body in motion, a mind crippled in inertia.
Looking for an avenue of escape.

Begging for release, from these paths worn thin.
The feelings that I've seen and done all this before.

Rushing straight towards us all.
We feel the callings of our futures.
The push and full, the force of time continues ever forward.
Our hopes and dreams overcome.
Crumbled by forced reason.
Two tide of age and despair.
Dashing us against walls we've erected.
Buried below the weight of our screams.

To live and die and lose the sense of.
What it is that makes us strong.
Is the single greatest crime.
Which we are all guilty of.
To let the fire in our hearts.
Wink out without slightest protest.
The sound of progress thundering in our ears.

To feel the wind across my face.
I'll tear these towers down.
And embrace the day.

Rushing straight towards us all.
We feel the calling of our futures.
The push and pull of time.
The force of time continues ever forward.

To live and die and lose the sense of.
What it is that makes us strong.
Is the single greatest crime.
Which we are all guilty of.
To let the fire in our hearts.
Wink out without slightest protest.
The sound of progress thundering in our ears.

9. Power Of The Dragon's Wing

Dark Lord chaos, your time has come.
The people of the Elvin Hills of Algoroth will regain command of their homeland.
And their pride will flourish within these valleys and rivers once more.
This is the sound of victory.
Fly.

Fly high mighty Thoros, among the trees, among the stars.
Look in your heart, start to believe.
Command your armies, take back the night.
With the power of the Dragon's wing!

Rest assured Dark Lord.
With the power of the Dragon's wing we will not fail.
Mighty Thoros have no fear
but rejoice when the pride of your people is restored.
To it's rightful place.

On the throne of victory.





IF HOPE DIES LYRICS