Untreatable Disease

Hope is unborn memories Untreatable Disease Broken ties are crashing in around me Home is supposed to be safe If the future's 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 it's place You were right Hope is knowing this won't last that the memories will pa*s And the future is all you'll ever have Home is 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 someday