Hatred

Hatred

A Chapter by Almost Alive
"

Sixteenth and last lyric

"

So many things I wish I could say
But none of you would take them as easily
The door might be open
But I always forgive all of the sinners

And all you do is stare blankly
At all the faith passing by

Because there are so many things I wish I could say
And all you do is tell me that you don't want to try anymore
"I’ve been looking for it seven years
There's no point in going on for me"

You say the best I could do is run
But you've been a coward all along

(There must be something we can do)
(There is always something we can-)

(But humans will never forget, never forgive)
(Never... )
(All humans do is-)

(You can try and pull the trigger)
(-more blood-)
(-blood-)

(But humans will never forget, never forgive)
(There is something we can do)
(All humans do is-)

(I hate you Screaming on th-)

(If we could just realize)
(That living is not about ourselves)
(But about everyone... )
(Else... )
(In this world... )

(Say your prayers! Save your souls an-)
(Leave this place, rest in peace)
(After such a long fight)
(The least we deserve)



(And I will always be here)
(For you, my new friends)
(My soul greets you all, thirsty strangers)
(Of the night)



© 2009 Almost Alive


Author's Note

Almost Alive
And there it goes. If you really did not understand what this conceptual album was about, don't hesitate to ask...

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If you've read the whole thing, you must to be a pretty persisten person o.o

Posted 15 Years Ago


i thought it was rather clever! x0x00x enjoyed the read!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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