The Way it Ends - Prototype

Just a thought

To add suspense

To all the games

Of discontent.

Fear is real

But not self-taught

You let others

Be the cause.

There we go racing towards the sun,

Ignoring all the noise,

Striving for the grace of man.

People play this great charade,

And always miss the point.

Never fall for prophecies.

You say it draws near,

That it will be clear.

You act so convinced,

A fortress you’ve built.

Remember the doubt

By which I now stand.

You write the book

On the way it all ends.

Tear down

Those mighty walls.

Reinvent

The way you talk.

Look ahead,

Now down below,

Or high above,

Where angels flow.

There we go racing towards the sun,

Ignoring all the noise,

Striving for the grace of man.

People play this great charade,

And always miss the point.

Never fall for prophecies.

Waiting to see

Our kind disagree.

You draw the line

And stick to your pride.

Remember the doubt

By which I now stand.

You write the book

On the way…

It ends.

(Guitar solos)

You say it draws near

That it will be clear.

You act so convinced,

A fortress you’ve built.

Remember the doubt

By which I now stand.

You wrote the book

On the way it all ends.

It ends.