Waiting, Waiting for the end
Things seem so different
Waiting, Waiting to begin
Waiting, Waiting for the end
Things seem so different
Something seems off
Waiting, Waiting for the the end
Waiting, waiting to begin
Waiting, waiting for the end
Something seems off
Waiting for the end
Bury me in that white suit
And resurrect this life,
Will I do it again?

You find your home from home
Then you’ll know it
You find your home from home
And you’ll know it
There is no end
Bury me into…

You find your home from home
And you’ll know it
You find your home from home
And you’ll know it
There is no end
Wake up from your slumber

You’ll find yourself so far gone
and you’ll know it
You’ll find yourself so far gone
and you’ll know it
Bury me in that white suit
And resurrect this life,
Will I do it again?

You’ll find yourself so far gone
and you’ll know it
You’ll find yourself so far gone
and you’ll know it
Bury me in that white suit
And resurrect this life,
Will I do it again?

“Try again
fail again
fail better”

Do I make you uncomfortable?
Is this world unlivable?
Am I
Am I
Am I unlovable?
Lets try it again
And try again

I said….
Bury me in that white suit
And resurrect this life,
Will I do it again?
And find that home
And find that home
A place from home
A place from home

The descent into madness
Willows those bones
A state of affairs which nothing can be known
We must keep a sense of truth in these fragmented times
Anxiety is at an all time high

God is dead you have killed him
I always wanted to do this myself but I feared him
What would we have left then?
An empty pedestal is everything now permitted?

An Empty subject devoid of all meaning

Everything is changing
Flowing like a stream
Trying to go uphill
Against the current
Am I currently listening?
Wondering what I was doing
Even swimming here?
And all that surrounds us
Is crumbling.
Am I responsible for my choices?
He gave us the free will,
And the problem of evil
I shall bear.
And despair is the problem of human
Suffering
…is an illusion
Built in your,
Built in your mind

And there is no end
There is no end
We can stop this waiting now
My friends
There is no end
There is no start
Follow me
Let us flow above the clouds
We are eternal
And come knock on this door with me

Maybe we can find a way?
Maybe we can find a way out?

Because theres is no end
There is no beginning
Do we have to know everything?
Can't we just exist
There is no end
There is only this

And the process of reason
Enlightenment was always entwined with that great myth we tried to dispel

And reason contains the origins
of dictators
New death machines
Stem from the prerequisites of science
If this is the case then stand against method
We don’t need to know
We don’t need to know
We just need to exist
There….there is no end

There may be no god
But that poetry handed down
That poetry handed down
Contains a kernel of truth
Yes!
Yet
We still hate