hopeandjoy
yan ya yan ya yaa iii yaaa
Maybe Someday
I know Hate. I have stared him in the face
As I left, never to return
I know Disease. I have stared him in the face
As the people I love rot and die
I know Death. I have stared him in the face
As humans passed me by
I know Kindness, but I have passed him by
Wallowing in my own misery
I know this is right.
But you say it's wrong.
Utopia will always justify the means.
Surely you know, child, of the hatred of man?
I am it's witness, enemy, and daughter.
Surely you know, child, of the disease of man?
I am it's product, cure, and daughter.
Surely you know, child, of the death of man?
I am it's cause, lover, and daughter.
"Surely you know, mother, of the kindness of man?"
I have never seen it, but you tell so many stories...
I know this is wrong
And you won't stop telling me that.
But utopia will always justify the means.
"I'm sorry Mama, but I don't wanna be a good girl anymore.
I don't wanna believe your delusions."
Don't talk like I have, child, you'll only dig your own hole,
'Cause sometimes delusions are all you have.
"I'm sorry Mama, but I just can't believe
That every single person is out to get us."
How can you say such things
When you have seen the things I have?
"Maybe, Mama, you also can't see past your own hate."
I know this is wrong
And you won't stop telling me that.
Perhaps, utopia will never justify the means.
Maybe someday, maybe someday
I'll know which is true.
Maybe someday, maybe someday
We'll wash our hands of all the blood.
Maybe someday, maybe someday
I'll climb out of this trap.
Maybe someday, maybe someday
You'll forgive me, child.
AKA Ketsu should stick to prose. Kinda sorta prototype lyrics to a song I'm writing. As such CC is loved like you wouldn't believe.
I know Hate. I have stared him in the face
As I left, never to return
I know Disease. I have stared him in the face
As the people I love rot and die
I know Death. I have stared him in the face
As humans passed me by
I know Kindness, but I have passed him by
Wallowing in my own misery
I know this is right.
But you say it's wrong.
Utopia will always justify the means.
Surely you know, child, of the hatred of man?
I am it's witness, enemy, and daughter.
Surely you know, child, of the disease of man?
I am it's product, cure, and daughter.
Surely you know, child, of the death of man?
I am it's cause, lover, and daughter.
"Surely you know, mother, of the kindness of man?"
I have never seen it, but you tell so many stories...
I know this is wrong
And you won't stop telling me that.
But utopia will always justify the means.
"I'm sorry Mama, but I don't wanna be a good girl anymore.
I don't wanna believe your delusions."
Don't talk like I have, child, you'll only dig your own hole,
'Cause sometimes delusions are all you have.
"I'm sorry Mama, but I just can't believe
That every single person is out to get us."
How can you say such things
When you have seen the things I have?
"Maybe, Mama, you also can't see past your own hate."
I know this is wrong
And you won't stop telling me that.
Perhaps, utopia will never justify the means.
Maybe someday, maybe someday
I'll know which is true.
Maybe someday, maybe someday
We'll wash our hands of all the blood.
Maybe someday, maybe someday
I'll climb out of this trap.
Maybe someday, maybe someday
You'll forgive me, child.
AKA Ketsu should stick to prose. Kinda sorta prototype lyrics to a song I'm writing. As such CC is loved like you wouldn't believe.