The End.

Nobody's listening Nobody's listening Straining our lungs to be heard Nobody's listening Nobody's listening Losing our way in these words I spill word after word like blood down a shirt Tarnished and stained forever but you You only heard the words not the hurt Absence of pain They don't mean a thing They don't mean a thing Nobody's listening Nobody's listening Straining our lungs to be heard Nobody's listening Nobody's listening Losing our way in these words I taste every mistake each morning I wake A breathtaking blur of colour but I I'm crystal clear and all you hold dear Locked to your chest It means that I'm desperate for the permanence (To wash away indifference) Instead of some equivalence (To pacify the pain) Crying in unwelcome ears (Swallowed into perfect fears) What's the use in firing flares (If they don't mean a thing) (They don't mean a thing) Nobody's listening Nobody's listening Straining our lungs to be heard Nobody's listening Nobody's listening Losing our way in these words Am I awake, or am I asleep? Is this the end, or just another dream? How can you tell, when you can't feel What can't be seen? But oh my god is it real Because I don't need you to see this And I don't want you to feel this But I only have so much spark to offer in all this darkness And I screamed for you until the day I gave up and lost my voice So with crimson arms and this broken neck You fucking tell me who made this choice This is the end This is the end This is the end This is the end (Nobody's listening) (Nobody's listening) This is the end This is the end (Nobody's listening) (Nobody's listening) This is the end This is the end