sing me a prayer, erupt from the depth

of your broken image

look down on the heaven, until your last breath

deliver from evil

get closer with death

a dream to surrender, sweet melody - fate

never comes to the wicked

they don't feel like pretenders, their language is hate

so you better get slick, kid

cause they won't forget

hope is not lost, until you stop looking

but these weeds won't be tossed, so you better get good

you better get tough, cause they won't be leaving

growing some teeth, creating some meaning

hope is not lost, until you stop looking

but these weeds won't be tossed, so you better get good

you better get tough, cause they won't be leaving

growing some teeth, creating some meaning

nobody's dreaming of changing their hearts

smiling in numbers not showing cards

feeling good on the outside, must be so neat

nod to the drums like obedient sheep

you're drifting through life

hoping things will be nice

you're stuck in between,

everyone you have seen

not really choosing

winning or losing

not really living

just sleeping in music

hope is not lost, until you stop looking

but these weeds won't be tossed, so you better get good

you better get tough, cause they won't be leaving

growing some teeth, creating some meaning