End of All

Everybody's burning
Well, most people are
It takes all kinds to build a world

Louise still sends me
Those cheap crappy postcards
Every now and then

I guess a lot of boys
Have to turn black
While working their way through college

But if it comes to this sometime
We'll have to turn god
To mud

I wish the rain would come
I wish it would wash us away
I have this pain in my head
And it's glaring bright black
I'd smack my face till it bleeds
Bent over your pictures

Give me your throat
I'll bless you all
Faith is my name
Or so i'm told
I'll slow your fall
Or curse your child
I'll sleep a while
I'll sleep a while

We are alive
We are a lie
And we are
Alive
And we are
A lie
A li e
A liv e
A l iv
A li e
L v e