IN THE END

so what if i'm not as strong

as i seem to be,

as i want to be?

so what if i have been wrong?

who are you to judge me?

'cause in the end,

we're all just bones

and rotten flesh,

eaten by worms,

what is there left?

and in the dark,

we all look the same.

rip me apart,

crawl inside my veins.

don't judge the errors

of my ways

when you too have

blood in your hands.

we're all lost souls

searching for a place to belong,

but when it all fades to black,

in the end,

there's nothing left,

we are condemned.