Hand Of Hope

I am mine, are we so advanced that we'd stum our advancement and we so civilized lust over weaponry. crucify the thieves, as we steal from our children. Thou shalt not kill, we do it three times a day what's the problem? What went wrong? And home becomes a cage. These nine numbers lay seed to [C7]ɾage. We are bound by this modern age. Number ɾules you. Social insecurity. Turn to [C7]non-entities. We are bound by this modern age. I was [Am7]told too many things Held the small [Em]hand [Bm]of hope. Until it turned to [C7]ash in mine. It was [Am7]spelled out for [Dm7]me form the start. Convenience and [Bm]disregard mated and [Bm]there was [Am7]born my [A]predicament but sometimes longing spits on [C7]logic and [Bm]we proceed blind smiling.