Sisyphean Happiness Lyrics

I haven't got any promises left. I'm all out of hopeful words to give. I must admit, I've been suffering so long that I've run out of eloquent ways to express it. There's something to be said about the way we learn to die. Finality as an enemy instead of a chance to start again. There's something to be said about an end. A peaceful end. I'm looking for something new in my life. Something more worth shouting into the light. But if I don't have sorrow, all I have is hatred. And I think the world has enough of that. Show me a god who doesn't spill blood, and I'll show you a rusted machine. But I'll still hold out hope for some wounded seraph, some sickly angel to learn compassion in her final days. If, when I die, it all should start again, I'll pray the next time's a smaller hell. So let the spirit cycle down, and watch a smile crack the face.