The End. - As It Is

Nobody’s listening

Nobody’s listening

Straining our lungs to be heard

Nobody’s listening

Nobody’s listening

Losing our way in these words

I spill word after word like blood down a shirt

Tarnished and stained forever but you

You only heard the words not the hurt

An absence of pain

They don’t mean a thing

They don’t mean a thing

Nobody’s listening

Nobody’s listening

Straining our lungs to be heard

Nobody’s listening

Nobody’s listening

Losing our way in these words

I taste every mistake each morning I wake

A breathtaking blur of colour but I

I’m crystal clear and all you hold dear

Locked to your chest

It means that I’m desperate for the permanence

(To wash away indifference)

Is there not some equivalence

(To pacify the pain)

Crying in unwelcome ears

(Swallowed into perfect fears)

What’s the use in firing flares

(If they don’t mean a thing)

(They don’t mean a thing)

Nobody’s listening

Nobody’s listening

Straining our lungs to be heard

Nobody’s listening

Nobody’s listening

Losing our way in these words

Am I awake, or am I asleep

Is this the end, or just another dream

How can you tell, when you can’t feel

What can’t be seen, but oh my god is it real

Because I don’t need you to see this

And I don’t want you to feel this

But I only have so much spark to offer in all this darkness

And I screamed for you until the day I gave up and lost my voice

So with crimson arms and this broken neck

You fucking tell me who made this choice!

This is the end

This is the end

This is the end

This is the end

(Nobody's listening)

(Nobody's listening)

This is the end

This is the end

(Nobody's listening)

(Nobody's listening)

This is the end!

This is the end!