This is the end
God's here for sins
That I have not done at all

I've just lied here on the floor
Just waitin for the fall
Like deadbolts slam the door

Spread your roots now
Holed up, locked down
Worn thin, new again

Sound is deafening
Want more good wars
Dressed in false lore

Feel the rust in my joints
Can't find any good point
Just scamble for some more coins

Or a cause that I could join
Keep it right in the mind
Things turn out in time

Find a good line, good rhyme
Good sign, Good night
Head towards a better light

Go round, hit it where it counts
We all spin like satellites
Only fight the good fights

Slippin on the tiles
Livin in denial
Got plenty of borrowed time

This is our god given right