Can't, will is stuck in neutral 

The day will move on without 

The night seeped into doubt 

The dark is light filled with hope 

Inside........ I've drank the cups filled of 

Hope and disparity gone and killed 

Ripe for the picking 

Might of been ticking.

Bombs seem sexploding in me 

Tombs rise above the stone eyes 

Combs locked inside of me 

The laughter attracting his lies 

Inside....... I've sank the cups spilled out of 

Hope and disparity, gone and killed 

Ripe for the picking 

Might of been sickening 

Real hope dreams fade 

Sealed coped steep grade 

Donward spiraling out 

Controlled chaos stayed. 

Inside....... I've drank the cups filled 

Hope and disparity gone and killed 

Ripe for the picking 

Might of been ticking. 

Clocks on the ways 

Clocked in the face 

Clocks on the ways.  

Clocked in the face 

Clocks on the ways 

Clocked in the face. 

Time disagreed with our space

Argued the way life filled me up

The space is vastly empty 

Kind hearts fade into time 

Minds gabbing hold of the dark 

Black holes tell us time never ends 

Inside...... We've drank the cups filled of. 

Hope and disparity gone and killed 

Ripe for the picking 

Might still be ticking. 

G