When the end of the world finally comes
There'll be no one to listen
All my words will erase what I've made of my existence
I walk alone all the time
Down a street of busy people
I think I may be invisible
They won't look at me at all
And I've never felt so bad
Loving something so much
Pushing me away
When the end of the world finally comes
There'll be no more music
What I've built will burn down slow slow
It's the same when you die all the things
In your life just stop at once
So can you give us something else to live for?