If you could write, with all, your heart
It would be a better life, with better times
To keep
If you could carry both of us
Would you find a better way
To lead us out, of this

Have you had enough yet?
Of the hope that burns us out
Have you had enough yet?
Of the judgement
That we comprimised

How can you sit, and look, so calm?
When everything printed here
Is always full, of shit
Have we all become desensitised?
Cos' nothing we see in here
Makes any sense, at all

Have you had enough yet?
Of the hope that burns us out.
Have you had enough yet?
Of the judgement
That we comprimised

Explosions in, your head will fuel these words
Of sin
Blood!
Just drink your tea
And send the papers, you will see
Blood! Blood!

Have you had enough yet?
Of the hope that burns us out.
Have you had enough yet?
Of the judgement
That we comprimised