Untreatable Disease
Philip Parris Lynott
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 pass
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
