The End
by SugaRush Beat Company
feat. Michael Franti of Spearhead
written by Jarrad Rogers / Daniel Merriweather
vocals by: Ida Corr - Michael Franti
The consequences of your actions
leave you disturbed, disabled
Calculated fractions tell the story like a fable
Unhelpful captions leave your moral dinner
cooling on the table
or your horses starving in the stable
Kill your brother like Kane did able
mentally unfit and unstable
to help you with your queries
Can't conceptualise with
your hypothesis and theories
The end is nearing
In the end it will be just fine
I'll take you away from here
Don't you worry, and don't you cry
Ignore what they whisper in your ear
With my task mapped out, I'll bide my time
for I'm soon to shed my skin
to show you what your hands can't find
the place that lies within
We will fly away from her
and re-begin our past
Taking history by the hands
Remove the ugly mask (mask)
and every beginning has its end
and it will soon be quite near (quite near)
Every dollar has its friend
but it won't dry your tears
In the end it will be just fine
I'll take you away from here
Don't you worry, and don't you cry
Ignore what they whisper in your ear
With my task mapped out, I'll bide my time
for I'm soon to shed my skin
to show you what your hands can't find
the place that lies within
In the end it will be just fine
I'll take you away from here (take away from here)
Don't you worry, and don't you cry
Ignore what they whisper in your ear
With my task mapped out, I'll bide my time
for I'm soon to shed my skin (yeah)
to show you what your hands can't find
the place that lies within
In the end my friend all darkness will become light
and all shadows will be freed up
just to boogie down whenever they like because
in the end my friend there'll be no old-school reminiscing
There'll be no teary eye'd goodbye scenes
and no silver screen movie kissing
Just a whole lot of wishing you had that dig back
That time back, that pay back
Millions walk the high road but they still
can't find their way back
With no pay cheque
because democracy was sold to the highest bidder
and all those who could not afford it
were all cast aside as quitters
The bacterial summer
and the cold nuclear winter
and all the other months just seemed to be rolled together
like one long season of unpredictable weather
The huddled masses all huddled together
the whole world pushed down by the weight of one gentle feather
In the end, all insanity will seem reasonable
all dissenting voices seem treasonable
In the end there'll be no losing and no winning
In the end all that will be left, is
the beginning
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