In The End

as my final breaths pass from my body
and i finally cave in to the pressure
sometimes i wonder if i'll ponder
the meaning of it all or just go down willingly

how hard will i fight to keep a wasted life that never went how i'd planned?
one led in hollowness, completely against my own will
regardless of how eroded, corroded, and worn i may feel
instead letting my loyalty to others force my hand

in the end, i think the stress of my life will finally kill me
the pain of it all will finally take me down
but i'll do my best to go down fighting
so that the whole world hears the sound

in the end, i guess my desires are wholly irrelevant
i can fight it all i want, but it's a struggle against the current
going with the flow takes so much less out of me
and in the end, i'd best conserve energy (my life could indeed be long)

in the end, i'll probably die alone, utterly lonely
nobody's likely to want to spend their life with me
and in the end, i guess that's best for the world
i wouldn't want to be with me, either (i just don't have a choice)

in the end, my life and death will both most likely mean next to nothing
just another lost soul stuck searching for their own certain something
only to die with that dream unrealized, left unaccomplished and unfulfilled
but in the end, the suffering is all that was ever real (but we still wander on)

in the end, i think the stress of my life will finally kill me
the pain of it all will finally take me down
but i'll do my best to go down fighting
so that the whole world hears the sound

in the end, i think the stress of my life will finally kill me
the pain of it all will finally take me down
but i'll do my best to go down fighting
so that the whole world hears the sound

in the end... (x5)

in the end, i think the stress of my life will finally kill me
the pain of it all will finally take me down
but i'll do my best to go down fighting
so that the whole world hears the sound

in the end, we all find that only the pain was real...