Текст Sparta – Untreatable Disease

Hope,
Is unborn memories.
Untreatable disease.
Broken ties are crashing in around me.

Hope,
Is a mortal enemy.
It’s got me on my knees,
Bound and gagged and begging for mercy.
And home,
Is never far away.
At the bottom of a grave,
Left for dead and finally found it’s place.
And you,
You were right.
You were right.
You were right.

Hope,
Is knowing this won’t last,
That the memories will pass,
And the future is all you’ll ever have.
Home,
Is destroyed by consequence.
A means to finally end.
Burn it out and let it live again.

You were right,
You find your own way.
Left behind,
I’ll follow someday.

You were right,
You find your own way.
Left behind,
I’ll follow someday.

You were right.
You were right.
You were right.