in the end of it all there s no chance of being another you or me still we re trying to be so different from all we forget ourselves our closest my friend we re slipping away before the end there s so much at stake in the future s aim the things we hold close we re giving away to time and it s pace away bleeding from the heart and soul leaving nothing in our bowls searching answers south to north the compass only points at gold in the light of the sun there s no certainty that burning fire will stay before the end there s too much at stake for us to throw it away the things we hold close we re giving away to time and its haste away bleeding from the heart and soul leaving photos in our homes searching answers south to north the compass only points at gold when you see them go them leaving this world you ll realize how much you ve lost only in dreams you see them but your tongue won t let you speak out your mind or whatever s on you you fall you fall back in into the sky of ours down to earth our home where the living are born in darkness