The End

Little omnipresent pieces
Lined up in their personal Jesus
This is the end as we know it
This is the end as we know it

Little ants in a burning hill
Nobody’s time left to kill
This is the end as we know it
This is the end as we know it

My mother always told me
“Baby don’t let them take advantage of you”
And that’s all they did
Ripped me to shreds

My iridescent soul
Reflects in the mirror
I had to see the lines blur
So I could see a little clearer

Pretty pieces of my former self
All lined up on a dusting shelf

I never made the team
I never had teeth that gleam
I never compared to the other kids
I never met anything but fists
I never had a teenage love
That made me feel like he was sent from above
I never had anything
Besides my promised kingdom come

This is the end
This is the end
This is the end as we know it
This is the end
This is the end
This is the end as we know it