Somebody said I dont want to be the silence
The things i talk about these days make me feel complete
Somewhere beyond the days of imagination
And I don't know who can be told, or what they can perceive
And I will not go to the old ways, you can guess where I've been
And I won't subscribe that i'll find my earthly wealth in diamonds
So breathe a sigh of relief for the life that you've led
And breathe a sigh of relief for the souls of the will-be-dead
Realize that this is the End
Porch-talk morphs into another great endeavor
The world will end in thirty days, and can you come to terms?
I don't buy the claim that life is nothing
And I for one can see no calm, better than the end
I will go down in the history of my self-awareness
I will not fall down a wormhole, I have to embrace this
So breathe a sigh of relief for the life that you've led
And breathe a sigh of relief for the souls of the will-be-dead
Realize that this is the End
I am the greatest of men to come across this notion
I am the best of the worst to talk about devotion
Breathe a sigh of relief for the life that you've led
And breathe a sigh of relief for the souls of the dead
So breathe a sigh of relief for the life that you've led
And breathe a sigh of relief for the souls of the will-be-dead
Realize that this is the End