From the moment we're born

our sun is made to set,

so just how much time will you waste?

Every Rope Has Its End.

We live like we're invincible,

but there's a truth we just can't ignore

how much of this life will be thrown away?

Every Rope Has Its End.

"So It goes"

leaves turn from green to gold

And fall back to earth, dust turned to stone

and back to dust.

Every last sea will merely be salt,

bone white grains tumble through the (hour) glass.

The end lives in us all waiting for it's time

To breath out so why

Would we shorten the thread, when there are so many mountains to conquer,

so many bridges to burn, so many busted hearts to mend,

and so many enemies left to crush.

There's a pine box with my name.

There is a plot for you and me.

There will be no more hurt

no more sadness

no more uncertainty.

There will be no more hope

no more love

no more devotion

no more us

no more length to grasp

cause...

Every rope has its end!