The darling night called out my name one million times, "there is nothing to fear, my young, no rest in the divine." when our urges rest in the hands of you believers, I really hope that you're believing and this, the greatest gift to give I caught a raindrop adrift amidst the feeling on the day that you saw everything that you loved in living fade but I really hope that you're believing and I really hope it's hope that you deliver nothing matters nothing's wrong nothing feels like anything today now to open up myself before two suns there is something to fear in the undying young who yearn to live forever while searching for anything but a door that is always closed but I really hope that you're believing and I really hope it's hope that you abandon