IN THE END STEALING EVERY MOVE LYING EVERY DAY COMING WITH THE POISONED THOUGHTS THEY CHANGE THEIR FLAGS THERE ARE SO MANY ANGER IN THEIR FUCKING EYES BUT THEY HAVE NO WISH TO GET AND REALIZE THERE'S NO MORE FEAR THERE ARE NO MORE TEARS THERE'S ONLY ANGER CONTROLLING STEPS WITH EVERY TURNING PAGE OF THE CALENDAR WE TURN OUR SORROW COUNTING THE LIVES WHAT DO WE HAVE IN THE END? NOTHING IN THE END WE WILL HAVE NOTHING IN THE END NO ONE WILL