Better Days Never Come

[I - Lament]

Better days never come, they were not meant to be

If laments could be heard

Then mine would sound like this

Better days never come, they were not meant to be

They're manmade godlike gifts in a vein that can't bleed

I know these days won't come... I accept my fate

[II - Vessels of Hope]

There's an ache to return

That keeps fighting in the mess

Now I'm all ashes to burn in my own

Hopefully getting out of bless

Better days never come

They are manmade godlike gifts

Forget all emotions, so ephemeral certainties

Forget all emotions, magisteries carved in tears

All degrees of suffering are smaller than desire

Poor soul of these, living for what will never be

In this harvest we can only sow defeat

We're vessels of hope when the fiddle sights urging for more

Our joys are tasteless

They're gone colour-blind to renewed promises

So quit your decrepit mirth

Leer upon my flair to make haste

A feeling that chokes since birth

Virtual hazard encages the waste

Better days never come

They are manmade godlike gifts

You need me around (those needs I repel)

To prove fate wrong (repenting the miracle)

But what's in store? (We could never control)

In vain you hide the truth (get me wrong)

The unpredictable (grows me strong)

Flickering losses (speed up my heart)

Better days never come