By Samantha Sawdey

Hope is binding, flowing threw the door
another body has hit the floor
Take my hand, to all eternity
escaping from hopes reality
The land has been swallowed, by the rivers of blood
choking by the currents flood
Passing our cemetery, hol on tight
not left to peace, the dead's wrong is right
Left to the four circles of Hell
or is this Heaven, you cannot tell
The smell of bbq becomes the uttermost
angels wings are left to roast
My dear we've been washed up on hopes shore
another body has hit the floor