Dead Before Birth - Disembodied

Suppressed by mountains of rage

Yearling within a hope

Someday he’ll amount to something

Someday he’ll amount to nothing

His hands remain empty, his eyes sewn shut

His heart remains starving, his hope somehow caught

Between right and wrong, right and wrong

Right and wrong, right and wrong

A gap to be bridged

A life to be lived

A soul to be saved

A hope unscathed

His hands remain empty, his eyes sewn shut

His heart remains starving, his hope somehow caught

Between right and wrong

Right, right, right, right

Still something from nothing is still nothing

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

Not yet, he’ll never be anything, don’t doubt me

Can I find my deadly, can I find my deadly

Excuse in your vast emptiness?

Can I live my life in your delusion?

With hope I’ll be someone to build

A mountain from nothing

To be someone, someday, someday

Can I find my deadly

Excuse in your vast emptiness?

Can I live my life in your delusion?

With hope I’ll be someone someday

With hope I’ll do something or nothing

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing