Cut Rate Box – Letras de The End

Making walls we turn ourselves into enemies
Escape by dying
Young like feathers in the wind
Tremble hard when the flames are licking
We hold our hands encircling and sing along

This is the end surrounding life in precious hands
This is the end when love you give is breaking down
This is the end brother lock the children away
This is the end

Baby's breath a whisper in the chaos
Future looming dark and frightening
The gun is loaded
Vision faith
We only know if we question
Final days a resting place
Tomorrow's what we make it