Days are dark and cold
Nothing feels like it used to any longer
About to explode
What was far away is getting closer
It feels like an end
It feels like doomsday is upon us
Are we already dead
Or can we say our prayers, say our prayers
I want a way, oh, oh, oh
To never die, never die
A world fueled by hate
Regression to a primitive existence
Is it now too late
Or can we see a light far in the distance
I want to resist
I want to be strong in opposition
I want to believe
That we find a way, find a mission
Times are changing, nothing for the best
Time is flying, are better days ahead?
Time is relative if you live long enough
To look back at this time as an episode, oh, oh
Is this the end
Is this the end of our days
Is this the end
Is this the end of our days
It’s not the end
It’s not the end of our days
