In the end
You’ll be here once again.
Where were you
When war stretched ‘cross the land.
It’s our blood
That’s paved across the sand.
It’s our souls
That hold the scars and dead.

You’ve barely got the time
To pass your self-afflictions
On to whom you’ll blame
For your crimes.
You can’t stand to be alone
Yet spend your heart’s transgressions
Breaking all the ones
Who’d fill your life.
You speak out on the world
For not delivering this girl.
But where were you when
Death was by our side.
And how can you believe
That you’ve got some guarantee
When you refuse to give
The very things you seek
And find that innocence
Is dream.

In the end
This is where you’ll be again.
Where were you
When we were dealt this fool’s hand.
Can’t you feel
That it’s more than you and me.
See our eyes
For our hearts will not grow lithe.

‘Cause you are this
Picturesque,
Broken thing.
And it’s wrong
To believe
We’re the same.
You drink the past
In pantomine.
We are cold
And we are blind.
And maybe this is how
It will begin.
But I know damn sure that this
Is how it ends.

In the end
We will see you, never again.
You were there
When we lost faith in what we had.
We raised our hands and burned the sky
And watched the world become passers-by.
In the end, you’ll be alone.
A damselfly.

You’ve given up your time
So the world would recognize
And all would stand behind
Your magnanimous repose.
‘Cause your lips have grown tired
From all your swaying swine
And your grip has worn down
On the vine
Of the gifts you cannot hold
Our wearied, turmoiled souls.
Are of the few things left
Yet bespoiled.
So give up on the line
And feed not on dead men’s lives
Your search for false-acceptance
Will do you in.

It’ll do you in.

‘Cause you are this
Picturesque,
Broken thing.
And it’s wrong
To believe
We’re the same.
You drink the past
In pantomine.
We are cold
And we are blind.
And maybe this is how
It will begin.
But I know damn sure that this
Is how it ends.

In the end
We will see you, never again.
You were there
When we lost faith in what we had.
We raised our hands and burned the sky
And watched the world become passers-by.
In the end, you’ll be alone.
A damselfly.

A damselfly.