the end, again

listening down the pause

now i can play at odds

i can feel your car lights

narrowing past the bend

now i can take a stand

falling for the last times

and you ask if i've a sermon

holier virgins

disappearing invites

and you ask if i'm in danger

holier saviour

love amongst the last rights

syphoning throough the fog

wonder if there's a god

i can feel their car lights

peeling of vaseline

now don't you make a scene

glares of frozen joy rides

and you ask if i've a corner

holy adorner

must reveal the end-times

and you ask if i would hurt you

holier curfews

simulate the insides

if you want me as a vulture

i'll pretend

why must i feel the end

again

if the verdicts never start in my defence

why must i feel the end

again

again

all descend

we can feel the end

again

i'll descend

we can feel the end

again

i'll descend

we can feel the end

again

all descend

we can feel the end

again