Hope Not (Beat: Alive by Project Pluto)
Written by: Anthony Eugene Ramirez

Death comes in many phases, with many faces,
If Orchestrated by the God of truth, then it’s affiliated.
There’s many lies that are amputating, fighting for you soul,
Just to torment all the knowledge, that your brain has taken.

What we call abuse, in the dark of painted hues,
It’s meant to confuse, and discombobulate the good news.
Where the power’s rendered useless, the tree is fruitless,
We’re burned down, tossed into the lake of what is convoluted.

I’m armor suited, and educated like college students.
But passed the armor, the flesh decayed and is prostituted.
It’s marked with sutures, and battle scars from a follied future.
Just hope the pain, is intermingled with the son Yeshuah.

A celebrated loser, a masquerade producer,
A facade from a mirage in a lalapolooza.
Feel like a child abuser, a wretched kind of human,
Decline to state, not to incriminate everyday, we hope not.

Chorus:
When we hope not,
We look retaliation in the eye, we hope not,
It doesn’t come to this, but sometimes, we just hope not.
It just culminates our hopes and fears, struggle with that lying mirror,
First class ticket out of here, We Hope Not (2x)

Cause what you struggle with is punching back.
No matter how you guard yourself, your feelings like a punching bag.
Hunting tags, snipers in the bushes, steadily running scared.
there’s real estate at the foot of the cross for the Son to bare.

But pride changes every reason, encourages every demon,
That subsides, in the midst of every lie we’ve eaten.
Don’t it taste like a heaping helping of calamity.
Antagonist are brilliant, and they’re scholars in their mastery.

It sickens me, utilizing the heat in the rotisserie.
Can’t let the sleeping dogs lie, proclaimed by history.
Intentionally, blinded in the hindsight of publicity..
Forward are the motions, but they’re backordered subliminally.

On auto-pilot, but there’s a King that still is sitting there.
Wiser than the mind of Solomon, who doesn’t interfere,
But summons us to the throne, in hopes that we will intercede,
On behalf of ourselves, and all the strangers that we never see.

Chorus:
When we hope not,
We look retaliation in the eye, we hope not,
It doesn’t come to this, but sometimes, we just hope not.
It just culminates our hopes and fears, struggle with that lying mirror,
First class ticket out of here, We Hope Not (2x)

Bridge:
Don’t complicate every mistake that you’ve ever made,
You’re not that mistake, risen from the grave of death today.
Hope is not an excuse, it’s deliverance from yesterday,
Faith is the door that activates what we celebrate. (2x)