Hope is unborn memories
Untreatable disease
Broken ties are crashing in
around me
Home is supposed to be safe
If the futures on the take
Then these plans could hardly
count as fate
You were right

Hope is a mortal enemy
Its got me on my knees
Bound and gagged and
begging for mercy
Home is never far away
At the bottom of a grave
Left for dead and finally
found its place
You were right

Hope is knowing this won't last
That the memories will pass
And the future is all you'll ever have
Home destroyed by consequence
A means to finally end
Burn it out and let it live again
You were right

You were right to find your own way
Left behind I'll follow some day