The End

I never claimed to know the road ahead But did you ever listen to a single word I said? No, you were busy fighting all those ghosts in your head A cold breath of wind from misery's tired wings Put a big bird in a small cage and see what kind of song he sings No, there'd be no cheerful tunes No, 'cause they'd all be about you These streets bring those memories back again I feel that I'm closer to the end Your panic-filled screams fill up these empty halls And this feeling's got you climbing on the walls Your skin is peeling off, my song is slowly killing you I can't hold you closer than this Still you feel so far away There's this taste on your tounge when we kiss A taste of tragedy Closer to the end I'm closer to the end