The Hope Conspiracy

Carved Out

The Hope Conspiracy


hate in cold blue patience not a virtue 
blood for every sin
hate is my weapon 
power is 
a game for cowards 
i smell your kind for miles i see you behind that badge 
see it's a joke for me 
three years in a hole for me 
served everyday laughing at all of you 
trust is a knife in the back 
trust is a bullet through the head 
you're under my skin but i can carve you out 
like a parasite i can carve you out it burns in cold blue