Looking forward to failure   The only hope anyone has to offer, an uphill battle filled with spite   Counting allies on one hand, saving the other for punching walls   Two steps forward stabbed in the back      Start with a laundry list of demands   Shattered faith breeds violent hands      A shallow hold to start with   Gasping for the sweetest breath of life   But once it's inhaled, it's exhaled   Drowned in infinite sorrow   The little things taste better every day   An appetite that can't be satisfied      A trial through patience becomes a low expectation   Progress and motivation are hinged on perception   Circumstance becomes a victim of effort