The truth in sience-fiction, the end of ambition,

were pulling me round.

Your eyes asking questions of heroes and legends,

taking each other down.

Creatures are laughing to learn god a lesson,

but can't see the end.

The beauty in fashion with hate and aggression,

have now been send.

Oh the end.



Hard workin' farmers in line with the army.

The green grass will all be there downfall.

And the sun on your skin, will be burning within',

but I'll thank you for bein' there.

Thank you!



The lies of your children, you just have forbidden,

could now break you.

The lost of your singin', completly forgiven,

your words just don't feel.

Millions of losers by hate and confusions,

have bound there souls.

To build up a kingdom, to die by the bottom.

just face your friend,

Oh in the end.



Hard workin' farmers in line with the army.

The green grass will all be there downfall.

And the sun on your skin, will be burning within',

but I'll thank you for bein' there.

Thank you!



© Tangarine