Could be the end of the world I'd still be laid here on my own wasting my life away Get off your knees Please, you have to help me This is not my true face If you could see my soul As I have seen my soul I could show it to you It's rotten

Soon you will see left with nothing You better aim for my head Into the earth we descend Do not be afraid It's only the break Of all that you laid Watch as they take There is no life at the end of this war At the end of this war eternally

So here we are This is the end But all that dies Is born again I have nothing to fear I have nothing to say You have nothing to take this from me Years of screaming in pain

I'm gonna love you (love you) Baby, let's go out with a bang We could be the last love song ever sang Love you like it's the end of the world I'm gonna hold you (hold you) Hold you as long as I can in this world So let's cheers to the moments of beauty

When love was king Once was a kingdom, far far away. Love was the rule of the day. Nothing more nothing less Than to give your friend your best. There's much more story that I could tell To make the hardest hearts swell. This is the story when love was

Oh whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah Until the end of time This one's for the lovers If you're out there, let me hear you say Let me set the mood right In this life 'Cause I'm gonna make you feel alright I'm gonna set the mood right Because if your love was all I

Need more and more The slave becomes the master New consequence machine Burn through all your gasoline Asylum overtime The end of the line Hooked into this deceiver Into the endless fever

Till they set you free I don't want to see you, yeah Is this the end of the beginning? Or the beginning of the end? Losing control or are you winning? Is your life real or just pretend? Reanimation of the sequence Rewinds the future to the past To find

So let's, romance, yo stance, on me Take off, yo pants, cancel yo plans I ain't understand, you want a man To be ya friend, you need this shirt Feel you need some validation Ooh, mm, mhmm Make up your mind, I ain't the type to blow up your line

I ride east every other Friday but if I had it my way Days would not be wasted on this drive And I want so bad to hold you Some of the things I haven't told you Your mom and me just couldn't get along And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll