There's something in the air
That suggests
Everything's about to come down around me
These visceral attacks on the remnants of sanity
It would seem
There's nothing left to see
I seem to recall
I time when the face of god was far less obstructed
As the days wear thin
I can feel the end begin
Just do as you're instructed
Maybe nothing about this life is meant to make sense until the day it's over
And who's to say that the end of all things ain't exactly what they meant
When they spoke of heaven
On this desolate rock of broken souls a better peace than nothingness
Is hard to fathom
Broken tired used up
Might be time to close the door
These thoughts keep repeating til they've lost all their meaning
These thoughts keep repeating until I'm lost
These thoughts keep repeating
Til they've lost all of their meaning
Just like the rest of us and
All that there ever was
These thoughts keep repeating
Til they've lost all of their meaning
Just like the rest of us and
All that there ever was