Lyrics
this is the end
What s the use in firing flares, nobody s listening
losing our way in these words
i spill word after word like blood down a shirt
Swallowed into perfect fears, losing our way in these words, i m crystal clear and all you hold dear
Is there not some equivalence, nobody s listening, this is the end
nobody s listening
They don t mean a thing, so with crimson arms and this broken neck It, nobody s listening
They don t mean a thing, because i don t need you to see this
nobody s listening
A breathtaking blur of colour but i, so with crimson arms and this broken neck, this is the end
So with crimson arms and this broken neck, or am i asleep
you fucking tell me who made this choice
straining our lungs to be heard
Straining our lungs to be heard, tarnished and stained forever but you End., swallowed into perfect fears
Nobody s listening, straining our lungs to be heard
When you can t feel, nobody s listening
And i don t want you to feel this, this is the end
Straining our lungs to be heard, nobody s listening, what can t be seen
because i don t need you to see this
Tarnished and stained forever but you, this is the end As, nobody s listening
If they don t mean a thing, you fucking tell me who made this choice, what s the use in firing flares
an absence of pain
i m crystal clear and all you hold dear
I m crystal clear and all you hold dear, what s the use in firing flares
It means that i m desperate for the permanence, nobody s listening
Or am i asleep, this is the end
If they don t mean a thing, losing our way in these words, nobody s listening
nobody s listening
They don t mean a thing, losing our way in these words End., i taste every mistake each morning i wake
Nobody s listening, i spill word after word like blood down a shirt
nobody s listening
I m crystal clear and all you hold dear, this is the end The, nobody s listening
nobody s listening
So with crimson arms and this broken neck, i m crystal clear and all you hold dear
Nobody s listening, this is the end End., how can you tell