Come What May

Attack In Black

The darling night called out my name one million times, 
"there is nothing to fear, my young, no rest in the divine." 
when our urges rest in the hands of you believers, 
I really hope that you're believing 
and this, the greatest gift to give 
I caught a raindrop adrift 
amidst the feeling on the day 
that you saw everything that you loved in living fade 
but I really hope that you're believing 
and I really hope it's hope that you deliver 

nothing matters 
nothing's wrong 
nothing feels like anything today 

now to open up myself before two suns 
there is something to fear 
in the undying young who yearn to live forever while 
searching for anything but a door that is always closed 

but I really hope that you're believing 
and I really hope it's hope that you abandon