NEW POETIC ORDER

She’s just a trick of the gods,

Carved out of water and clay,

And all her beauty has tainted,

Our future days,

She’s just a sinner like me and you,

Couldn’t keep her demons away,

And sooner or later she’ll

let them out to dance and play 

There’s no hope 

no hope held in her hands 

no hope that run with her feet

just demons dancing to the beat

There’s no hope 

no hope held in her hands 

no hope that run with her feet

just demons dancing to the beat

Should have never left her alone,

….

There’s no hope 

There’s no hope

There’s no hope

There’s no hope

no hope held in her hands 

no hope that run with her feet

just demons dancing to the beat

no hope held in her hands 

no hope that run with her feet

just demons dancing 

….