Have returned- another journey has come to an end No victory and no defeat- i'm there where i would stand Was it just another useless run from what i've always been? I failed except all those nice things i've seen Skin and bones- empty hands Stubborn pride it still demands Same old feed- same old greed Food for paltry ego And the pain, just the pain Same old pain- my only gain I just moved on my way Closer to my dying day A day of battle Torn between wanting to relieve my soul by searching for peace And wanting to hope... Handful of dreams And i reach out for a dope Chasing the beam Of a dying hope With vaguest dreams Blade...pills...rope What else could be k**ing as roughly As a dying of a hope? How many times has it let me down How do i tear this hope out of my wretched body