The End. - As It Is

Nobody's listening
Nobody's listening
Straining our lungs to be heard
Nobody's listening
Nobody's listening
Losing our way in these words

I spill word after word like blood down my shirt
Tarnished and stained forever but you
You only heard the words not the hurt
And absent of pain
They don't mean a thing
They don't mean a thing

Nobody's listening
Nobody's listening
Straining our lungs to be heard
Nobody's listening
Nobody's listening
Losing our way in these words

I taste every mistake each morning I wake
A breathtaking blur of colour but I
I'm crystal clear in all you hold dear
Locked to your chest

It means that I'm desperate for the permanence
(To wash away indifference)
Is there not some equivalent
(To pacify the pain)
Crying in unwelcome ears
(Swallowed into perfect fears)
What's the use in firing flares
(If they don't mean a thing)
(They don't mean a thing)

Nobody's listening
Nobody's listening
Straining our lungs to be heard
Nobody's listening
Nobody's listening
Losing our way in these words

Am I awake, or am I asleep
Is this the end, or just another dream
How can you tell, when you can't feel
What can't be seen, but, oh my god, is it real

Because I don't need you to see this
And I don't want you to feel this
But I only have so much spark to offer in all of this darkness
And I screamed for you until the day I gave up and lost my voice
So with crimson arms and this broken neck
You f_cking tell me who made this choice!

This is the end
This is the end

This is the end
This is the end
(Nobody's listening)
(Nobody's listening)

This is the end
This is the end
(Nobody's listening)
(Nobody's listening)

This is the end
This is the end

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