end screams come from the hall and the mountain were on strives to block the sunshine that means its time to rise but have i even had the chance to shut my eyes? is there somewhere to hide? but the sun shines like it does every time that it comes up and it will go down again at least i think it will but we dont know how its going to end matthew dont you have some wood to cut and once yer done tell me how much Jesus Christ is on standby tonight and i have something to say to him and i just might but my mind and my brain feels detached and its not coming back congratulations to the demons but we dont know how its going to end and when you asked do you have something to say i wish id had said i have something to say i wish id had said i have nothing to say cos i said to much or not enough but either way the information that had begun to escape was my brain smashing yrs like rocks tumbling hitting the trees crushing squirrels and the lies and the breeze and my head was stuck there like a brainfreeze and its tough to get stuck unstuck the brainfreeze chanting amen when i didnt mean it the most when i felt that the world was haunted by unholy ghosts and man had gone away and men had gone away but a way was left for man to go and rego astray but that was not enough because love was screwed with lust and i know its just the beginning but we dont know when its going to end ahem ive done it again math has done it my friend ive played the best minuet in a+ now im dripping with sweat and im falling down and falling up my knees are gross and theyre bent and stuck bent to the sky bent to the earth bent broken bruised or much worse and im sick of this song sick of this song sick of this song meaning crushed words sung it before a million times hummed it more back again ill play my part just so you hear how it ends and we dont know how it will end but i assure you this song has an end ah how many tests should i pray to avoid? and how many sins will i gladly exploit? 70 times 70 times? god and satan are counting that high i know it must be myself i know it and i know it well hell awaits hell is in my phony embrace i used to talk to you about the cause but now we really dont talk at all and i guess it was best to forget it cos look at these intentions look how theyve been shredded these microphones and wires keyboards and computers have lied to me and now im used to it we no longer speak face to face this love is here not in outer space and stuck earth on the ground and the ground beneath the underground and we dont know how its going to end and end