Like (The)
In The End
A shift in shapes has come aboutAnd no one's safe or sacred nowBut isn't that much better thanThe limbo we were living inDiaspora or renaissanceBlame mercury or fate or chanceChanges always come in packs,Sniffing out your darkened doorstepsAnd when the words run outThe quiet's just as loudWhen the world is upside downAnd we're walking on our handsBut we keep on spinning roundAnd who knows where we'll landIn the endIn the endThe moon it moves in cycles andWe're subject to its will, its whimsThe tide, the time, the age, the lawRun back and forth from idle dogsHistory is not a highwaySongtexteStraight an narrow alwaysBut a roundabout and round againWe ride around and hope for changeAnd when the state's drawn outThe break is twice as loudThen the world is upside downAnd we're walking on our handsBut we keep on spinnin' roundAnd who knows where we'll landIn the endIn the endThis is the end of stagnant daysTime to give up the wayI stand my ground, oh stand my groundThen the world is upside downAnd we're walking on our handsBut we keep on spinnin' roundAnd who knows where we'll landIn the endIn the end
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