The End, Again

Listening down the pause
Now I can play at odds
I can feel your car lights
Narrowing past the bend
Now I can take a stand
Falling for the last times
And you ask if I’ve a sermon
Holier virgins
Disappearing invites
And you ask if I’m in danger
Holier saviour
Love amongst the last rights
Syphoning throough the fog
Wonder if there’s a god
I can feel their car lights
Peeling of vaseline
Now don’t you make a scene
Glares of frozen joy rides
And you ask if I’ve a corner
Holy adorner
Must reveal the end-times
And you ask if I would hurt you
Holier curfews
Simulate the insides
If you want me as a vulture
I’ll pretend
Why must I feel the end, again
If the verdicts never start in my defence
Why must I feel the end, again
Again
All descend
We can feel the end, again
I’ll descend
We can feel the end, again
I’ll descend
We can feel the end, again
All descend
We can feel the end, again