Nicholas Neato (4-22-89 / Denver, Co)

We are the Angels of hope
Sent by the Lord
To bless those faithful
To bless the poor
To call out the sinners
Who only crave more
They took the earth, the sea, the lamb
They turned them to whores
They carved out their insides
Turning wounds into doors

We are the end of the world
Hope for the best
Hope for the best

We are the test that's tested the testing
Everyone is someone to someone
We are the few who seek to be resting
Cursed to walk this place until thy kingdom come

I'm the Angel of hope
If you had hoped for the best
Just hope for the best
Baby hope for the best

Everything you want to be
This is nothing less
Everything you sought to see
This is heavenly blessed
This is the dirtiest of angels
Baby, this is the best