Testo Hope

There's nothing left for me to give so go ahead and take it all
Delusion leaks through a primitive memory.
Our hands unified by the sound
(Our hands unified by the sound of doves, by the sound of doves)
We'll spread our wings and fly.
Peace rains down on us as diamonds fall from the sky.
We've tried to hide all traces of our fear; every illusion of hierarchy leaves an imprint on absorbent minds.
(Your actions speak louder than your words) All hope's wasted on a mindless youth.
Your actions?! Your values?!
There is a life waiting to bloom secluded by voracity.
(Oh, my backs against the wall!)