H.I.P. (Enough)

If you could write, with all, your heart.
It would be a better life,with better times, to keep.
If you could carry both of us.
Would you find a better way, to lead us out, of this.

Have you had enough yet?
Of the hope that burns us out.
Have you had enough yet?
Of the judgement, that we comprimised.

How can you sit, and look, so calm?
When everything printed here, is always full, of shit.
Have we all become desensitised?
Cos' nothing we see in here, makes any sense, at all.

Have you had enough yet?
Of the hope that burns us out.
Have you had enough yet?
Of the judgement, that we comprimised.

Explosions in, your head will fuel these words, of sin.
Blood!
Just drink your tea, and send the papers you will see.
Blood! Blood!

Have you had enough yet?
Of the hope that burns us out.
Have you had enough yet?
Of the judgement, that we comprimised.