I have no hopes and I must dream

Felix Faustus Nothus

alternative rap, emo trip-hop

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[INTRO - almost whispered]

Another cold night.
Another silent night.
Another dark night of the soul.

I can't carry this weight.
I can't do this anymore.

I have no mouth
and I must scream.

I have no hopes
and I must dream.

[VERSE 1]

I have nowhere.
I have no one.
I have no idea what to do.
I have no idea what to think.
I have no clue
what to do with you.

Three thirty-two,
blue light on my face,
trying to find a sentence
that can hold all this weight.

Every word looks stupid
when the feeling is this big.
Every answer sounds dishonest.
Every silence sounds like it is.

So I type,
delete,
type,
delete,
stare.

There are things you cannot fix
just because you care.

[PRE-CHORUS]

Another night awake,
another beautiful mistake,
another heart too heavy
for the hands that hold its weight.

I don't know how to save you.
I don't know how to leave.
I don't know what I believe.

But somehow,
stupidly,
beautifully,

I still dream.

[CHORUS]

I HAVE NO MOUTH
AND I MUST SCREAM.

I HAVE NO HOPES
AND I MUST DREAM.

Can't carry the weight,
can't put it down.
Can't find the door,
can't leave this town.

No map.
No cure.
No grand design.

Just your broken signal
colliding into mine.

And maybe we're not meant
to understand what this means.

I have no hopes...

and I must dream.

[VERSE 2 - rhythm begins building]

Another agonizing apparition,
another impossible admission,
another contradiction
wearing skin.

How can something look so beautiful
while fighting wars within?

How can someone shine like Heaven
while living through Hell?

How do I hold a person
I cannot fucking help?

Maybe I don't.

Maybe that's the knife.

Maybe loving something
doesn't grant control
over its life.

Maybe all I've got
is the truth at 3AM:

I don't know.

But here I am.

[BUILD - alphabet cadence]

Absurd, angelic addict.
Beautiful, brilliant, broken.
Cosmic, chaotic, cracked.
Dazzling, damaged, dreaming.

Electric, elusive, exhausted.
Feral, fractured, flaming.
Glorious, grieving ghost.
Haunted, holy, human.

Impossible, incandescent.
Jagged, joking, jaded.
Kinetic, kind, kaleidoscopic.
Luminous, lost, loud.

Messy, magnetic, midnight.
Nervous, nameless, numb.
Obstinate, orbiting, open.
Painful, precious, proud.

Quiet, questioning, quaking.
Restless, radiant, ruined.
Sacred, savage, sleepless.
Tender, terrifying, true.

Unfinished, unfiltered, unraveling.
Vivid, volatile, vulnerable.
Wild, wounded, waking.
Xenial, xenolithic, strange.
Yearning, young-at-heart, yelling.
Zeroed-out...

and still alive.

[DROP]

What the hell
am I supposed to do
with someone
who contains that many adjectives?

What the hell
are you supposed to do with me?

Two catastrophes
trying to become constellations.

Two cracked mirrors
reflecting infinity.

No instructions.

No warranty.

No prophecy.

Just:

Are you there?

Yeah.

Unfortunately.

Me too.

[FINAL CHORUS]

Another cold night.
Another silent night.
Another dark night of the soul.

I can't carry everything.

Maybe I was never supposed to.

I HAVE NO MOUTH
AND I MUST SCREAM.

I HAVE NO HOPES
AND I MUST DREAM.

No perfect ending.
No revelation.
No cosmic answer
to the situation.

Just one small light
from a phone screen
cutting through the black.

One message sent.

One message back.

And for tonight
that has to be enough.

[OUTRO - piano only]

Absurd.
Angelic.
Addict.

Beautiful.
Brilliant.
Broken.

Cosmic.
Chaotic.
Cracked.

I have no idea
what to do with you.

I have no idea
what to do with me.

But morning is coming.

So...

dream.

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[INTRO - almost whispered] Another cold night. Another silent night. Another dark night of the soul. I can't carry this weight. I can't do this anymore. I have no mouth and I must scream. I have no hopes and I must dream. [VERSE 1] I have nowhere. I have no one. I have no idea what to do. I have no idea what to think. I have no clue what to do with you. Three thirty-two, blue light on my face, trying to find a sentence that can hold all this weight. Every word looks stupid when the feeling is this big. Every answer sounds dishonest. Every silence sounds like it is. So I type, delete, type, delete, stare. There are things you cannot fix just because you care. [PRE-CHORUS] Another night awake, another beautiful mistake, another heart too heavy for the hands that hold its weight. I don't know how to save you. I don't know how to leave. I don't know what I believe. But somehow, stupidly, beautifully, I still dream. [CHORUS] I HAVE NO MOUTH AND I MUST SCREAM. I HAVE NO HOPES AND I MUST DREAM. Can't carry the weight, can't put it down. Can't find the door, can't leave this town. No map. No cure. No grand design. Just your broken signal colliding into mine. And maybe we're not meant to understand what this means. I have no hopes... and I must dream. [VERSE 2 - rhythm begins building] Another agonizing apparition, another impossible admission, another contradiction wearing skin. How can something look so beautiful while fighting wars within? How can someone shine like Heaven while living through Hell? How do I hold a person I cannot fucking help? Maybe I don't. Maybe that's the knife. Maybe loving something doesn't grant control over its life. Maybe all I've got is the truth at 3AM: I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. But here I am. [BUILD - alphabet cadence] Absurd, angelic addict. Beautiful, brilliant, broken. Cosmic, chaotic, cracked. Dazzling, damaged, dreaming. Electric, elusive, exhausted. Feral, fractured, flaming. Glorious, grieving ghost. Haunted, holy, human. Impossible, incandescent. Jagged, joking, jaded. Kinetic, kind, kaleidoscopic. Luminous, lost, loud. Messy, magnetic, midnight. Nervous, nameless, numb. Obstinate, orbiting, open. Painful, precious, proud. Quiet, questioning, quaking. Restless, radiant, ruined. Sacred, savage, sleepless. Tender, terrifying, true. Unfinished, unfiltered, unraveling. Vivid, volatile, vulnerable. Wild, wounded, waking. Xenial, xenolithic, strange. Yearning, young-at-heart, yelling. Zeroed-out... and still alive. [DROP] What the hell am I supposed to do with someone who contains that many adjectives? What the hell are you supposed to do with me? Two catastrophes trying to become constellations. Two cracked mirrors reflecting infinity. No instructions. No warranty. No prophecy. Just: Are you there? Yeah. Unfortunately. Me too. [FINAL CHORUS] Another cold night. Another silent night. Another dark night of the soul. I can't carry everything. Maybe I was never supposed to. I HAVE NO MOUTH AND I MUST SCREAM. I HAVE NO HOPES AND I MUST DREAM. No perfect ending. No revelation. No cosmic answer to the situation. Just one small light from a phone screen cutting through the black. One message sent. One message back. And for tonight that has to be enough. [OUTRO - piano only] Absurd. Angelic. Addict. Beautiful. Brilliant. Broken. Cosmic. Chaotic. Cracked. I have no idea what to do with you. I have no idea what to do with me. But morning is coming. So... dream.

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