The Human Project Lives – A Hope For Home – letras

There is blood on my hands, but there is a reason for what we’ve doneDon’t look back on all the problems its causedThe problems that we’ve solved will justifySo turn a blind eyeOh god! Why have you forsaken us?These illusions make for such great escapes!Though every synapse leads to something greatWe fear the means which hope does not stray away from my bodyTake me away from this place, and I’ll follow you to the end!And we’re here pounding on these walls but noone hears your criesLord we wait for your return!We’ve lost our way! We dig our own graves!This is a place of broken hearts and broken dreamsAnd it’s killing me to watch it bleedStill pounding on these walls, and there is nothing newHave we bled ourselves dry?Our own tounges deceive us!We dig our own graves!And it wont be long, it wont be longWe wait for your returnOur tounges are tied, we are deceived!We are decieved by the grace of manAnd can we be redeemed?Our hearts grow cold,But oursalvation lies just past the waters edge!Can these soiled hands hold me up in time for you to return?O how thou art destroyed, o city renown