The End

Living in depression
Hiding in despair
Praying to a God
I don't really know is there
And speaking of Religion
Who has the power
Jesus, the father, the Holy Ghost
Or is it the Pope in his tower
I don't want to die here
But I don't want to live alone

What about that "writing on the wall"
Who wrote it and what language is it in
What does it say, does it show us the truth
A lie, the answer, a place to begin
And speaking of the answer, what was the question
When's the Judgement Day
Where's the sports section
I don't want to die here
But I don't want to live alone

People in their homes
Afraid if the night
Because the marching minions of Satan
Are laughing with delight
And speaking of delight
Where does true happiness lie
In Amusement Park, arcades, the Mall
Or is it written in the sky
I don't want to die here
But I don't want to live alone

The are some people
By red, white, and blue
Who can tell the worth of a man
From the shade of his hue
And speaking of colors
Where have all the flowers gone
Businesses come with their machines
Trample, crush till they're gone.
I don't want to die here
But I don't want to live alone

Believing in only what they want us to believe
Seeing and hearing, but with blinds
In the twisted, tangled web of lies
We've lost our freedom, our minds
And speaking of "they"
We still don't know who they are:
The people, the government, the corpse, the king
The self made gods sitting on a star
I don't want to die here
But I don't want to live alone

No, I don't want to die here
But I can't live alone