Protect me from what I want
God will take what you've got
It's dangerous to place your worth
In measuring how much it hurts

When it's over
At its so-called end
Will we fold and do it all again?
Now I'm older, I'm a pragmatist
But I'm told that this is not an exit

There's no need to feign our goodbyes
I'm to blame
If purgatory does not exist
Do you compromise your avarice?

When it's over
At its so-called end
Will we fold and do it all again?
Now I'm older and I'm a pragmatist
But I'm told that this is not an exit

Last lines, no contest
Sycophants do your best
It's hard to say just what was worse
Watching now as you go first

When it's over
At its so-called end
Will we fold and do it all again?
Now I'm older, and I'm a pragmatist
But I'm told that this is not an exit

And when it's over
And at its so-called end
Oh will we fold or do it all again?
And now I'm older, and I'm a pragmatist
But I'm told that no
This is not an exit

So head down, and do your best
Try to feign no interest
It's dangerous to judge yourself
Through the eyes of someone else

Do your best
My father said
The child is dead
And I am death