No Gentle Art Lyrics

Ken Mode No Gentle Art

Why won't you make me happy?
In their hearts, they have fear
There are those who are lost;

Does that mean I've given up again?
To kill with silent contempt
Stop giving me hope

Like you need it to live - with overwhelming persistence:
My angels graceless; useless
Just leave the stains where they are, for the love of god
Please be quiet and leave me

Tell me again about my miracle

Stop giving me hope

Life of bitter things, yet it's appropriate
No thought novel; the joke is cruel

Stop giving me hope

Oh, what a gift: I've met my maker
She serves oblivion with a cynical smirk
Each attempting to record what it is to be human

Stop giving me hope