The End

I never claimed to know the road ahead
But did you ever listen to a single word I said?
No, you were busy fighting all those ghosts in your head

A cold breath of wind from misery's tired wings
Put a big bird in a small cage and see what kind of song he sings

No, there'd be no cheerful tunes
No, 'cause they'd all be about you
These streets bring those memories back again
I feel that I'm closer to the end

Your panic-filled screams fill up these empty halls
And this feeling's got you climbing on the walls
Your skin is peeling off, my song is slowly killing you

I can't hold you closer than this
Still you feel so far away
There's this taste on your tounge when we kiss
A taste of tragedy

Closer to the end
I'm closer to the end



Credits
Writer(s): Carl Alexander Backlund, Karl Jonas Asplind, Lars Ken Kangstrom
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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