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Sunday Smile
00:31
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Disillusioned
05:11
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I think know a thing, a thing or two about God.
‘Cause after all, I read about him in a book.
And I can quote the words and argue verses with the best of ’em.
Did I mention, I’m in the Sunday club?
I don’t ask questions–that’s an unwritten law.
I only break silence to give, to give the preacher applause.
I keep my eyes to the ground, my lips sealed and keep moving along.
I only open my mouth long enough to eat the bread and drink the wine.
I’m just a sinner, I’m doomed to mess it all up,
But I can cleanse my conscience sacrificing everything that I love.
You ask me if I struggle with doubt, I’ve got a broom and a rug.
Yeah, there’s a hill under my carpet, but I don’t need my God-bubble popped.
But what if all the self-proclaimed prophets are wrong?
What if they’re a choir of wolves making us sing along?
And now they say I’m dangerous and the narrow road I fell off.
They tell their congregations that I am just another lost cause…
So I keep it quiet, whether I like it or not.
Cause I dread the outcome if my brothers really knew what I thought.
Just gotta keep this smile on for this 2-hour spot.
But I don’t know how long I can hold up this facade.
And I wonder what would happen if I just said, “Fuck it!” and stopped?
‘Cause I’ve been burdened by their crosses for most of my whole fucking life.
And every time I’ve ever loved and been loved, I’ve had to sever the ties,
in the name of loyalty to another man’s perspective of God.
But what if all the self-proclaimed prophets are wrong?
What if they’re a choir of wolves making us sing along?
And now they say I’m dangerous and the narrow road I fell off.
They tell their congregations that I am just another lost cause…
You think you’re in the House of God, but your temple’s a wolves den.
Yeah, you smile big when I’m around, but your fangs show through your Sunday grin.
You try to hide the blood of the broken, but it drips down your chin.
And I’m done keeping quiet as your fangs pierce through my skin.
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Disillusioned (Acoustic)
05:19
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Dan Morose San Francisco, California
To The Hopeless is a solo project formed by Daniel Silva in 2007 as a way to cope with and reach out to people struggling with mental health issues. Although it began as a metalcore project, it evolved into alternative rock.
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