Leading Towards An End

In the streets where you tried

To succumb to those romancing highs

And the hard earned truths

So deranged, upon your magic shelf

Well, we can’t pretend to save ourself

And deny this disintegration

Tore off from that storm thing, nestled in disguise

There’s no discriminating

What has always been in spite

Together or not, forever, we’ll fall apart

This body is in the way

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh yeah