The End Have you ever thought It's not about you? Did you forget The future has already come? Sit back and take a look At the larger picture You will notice that The world has started to get rot But after all the end will come We are born alone And left to roam in this mad world Have you ever walked Alone, to find you? Did you notice that the time Has started to get short? I think I'll leave my place In this grotesque fiction I'm gonna take a break From this unreal world. Being blind will let you see more And all the light will start to fade I'll set my place so far away from here I'll start to breathe and stop to hate Because I know it's not too late.