The End of It All

Docile and ready to connect to your controlled smile
Your eyes don’t match up with your grin
You try to model all that there is left of your face

Meanwhile, there’s been a murder at the home
They found no body, just the bones; they found a mummy left alone
Docile and just about to snap
I didn’t hit him in the head, had no idea he’d be dead

Another bloody Sunday afternoon, here alone in the backrooms
I’ve been controlling my convictions under supreme supеrstition
I think you know what I know
And it’s the end of it all

Hostile and rеady to compete, I crave destruction for defeat
Technology that’s obsolete
I cannot fathom the way that you see me
The way you use your faint heartbeat to illustrate the debt of me

Don’t you take my life away
I heard you say
I have been so good today, I swear I’ll change
Don’t you take my life

Another bloody Sunday afternoon, here alone in the backrooms
I’ve been controlling my convictions under supreme superstition
I think you know what I know
And it’s the end of it all