Dead Before Birth

Suppressed by mountains of rage
Yearling within a hope
Someday he’ll amount to something
Someday he’ll amount to nothing
His hands remain empty, his eyes sewn shut
His heart remains starving, his hope somehow caught
Between right and wrong, right and wrong
Right and wrong, right and wrong
A gap to be bridged
A life to be lived
A soul to be saved
A hope unscathed
His hands remain empty, his eyes sewn shut
His heart remains starving, his hope somehow caught
Between right and wrong
Right, right, right, right
Still something from nothing is still nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Not yet, he’ll never be anything, don’t doubt me
Can I find my deadly, can I find my deadly
Excuse in your vast emptiness?
Can I live my life in your delusion?
With hope I’ll be someone to build
A mountain from nothing
To be someone, someday, someday
Can I find my deadly
Excuse in your vast emptiness?
Can I live my life in your delusion?
With hope I’ll be someone someday
With hope I’ll do something or nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing