Hope
Under a microscope
It gropes, it grasps, in an hour glass
For a single grain of sand to Understand that
One half of this man fills and the Other half spills
And the space between each fall is Who we are
Well I can't tell if I'm living or lying
If I'm upside down, if I'm digging or Dying
In a grave or an escape from hell
Well I just can't tell
Or
Cope
Thru this telescope
With what's at the end is my future Self
And I'm beginning to remember me
As he flows out of sight 'round the Eiver bend
And I'm thinking am I on too much Dope
Best check with my stethoscope
My pulse is pounding I feel no pain
I proceed down to the river bank
One half of this man flows
And the other half's closed
And the course
Between my
Mouth
Is the source
The source of
What?
My existence, it is not age, this is The distance I've moved thru space
I'm a traveling sage with a certain Condition
I need to disengage when I realize I'm not in prison
Oh my God
It's Hope
Under a
Stethoscope
Without faith has no pulse
And faith if not a way of life
Is hope at it's best in the absence of Light
So if one half of this man shines Than the other half is blind
And only time can tell
Evil 101 - Hope Lyrics
Evil 101 - Hope Lyrics
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Hope
Under a microscope
It gropes, it grasps, in an hour glass
For a single grain of sand to Understand that
One half of this man fills and the Other half spills
And the space between each fall is Who we are
Well I can't tell if I'm living or lying
If I'm upside down, if I'm digging or Dying
In a grave or an escape from hell
Well I just can't tell
Or
Cope
Thru this telescope
With what's at the end is my future Self
And I'm beginning to remember me
As he flows out of sight 'round the Eiver bend
And I'm thinking am I on too much Dope
Best check with my stethoscope
My pulse is pounding I feel no pain
I proceed down to the river bank
One half of this man flows
And the other half's closed
And the course
Between my
Mouth
Is the source
The source of
What?
My existence, it is not age, this is The distance I've moved thru space
I'm a traveling sage with a certain Condition
I need to disengage when I realize I'm not in prison
Oh my God
It's Hope
Under a
Stethoscope
Without faith has no pulse
And faith if not a way of life
Is hope at it's best in the absence of Light
So if one half of this man shines Than the other half is blind
And only time can tell
Under a microscope
It gropes, it grasps, in an hour glass
For a single grain of sand to Understand that
One half of this man fills and the Other half spills
And the space between each fall is Who we are
Well I can't tell if I'm living or lying
If I'm upside down, if I'm digging or Dying
In a grave or an escape from hell
Well I just can't tell
Or
Cope
Thru this telescope
With what's at the end is my future Self
And I'm beginning to remember me
As he flows out of sight 'round the Eiver bend
And I'm thinking am I on too much Dope
Best check with my stethoscope
My pulse is pounding I feel no pain
I proceed down to the river bank
One half of this man flows
And the other half's closed
And the course
Between my
Mouth
Is the source
The source of
What?
My existence, it is not age, this is The distance I've moved thru space
I'm a traveling sage with a certain Condition
I need to disengage when I realize I'm not in prison
Oh my God
It's Hope
Under a
Stethoscope
Without faith has no pulse
And faith if not a way of life
Is hope at it's best in the absence of Light
So if one half of this man shines Than the other half is blind
And only time can tell
Writer: Brad Kenstler
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