End of the World

Don't you forget what I've told you
for so many years:
We are hopeless and slaves to our fears,
We're an accident called human beings,
Don't be angry for loving the baby
or say it's unreal.
So many lies turn to songs,
like roses who hide in their thorns.It's the end of the world,
the end of the world.
It's a prison for dreams and for hopes,
yet still we believe there is God.
It's the end of the world,
the end of the world.
We're dead though pretend we're alive.
Full of ignorance, fools in disguise.In your room doing nothing but staring,
at flickering screens
Streets are empty,
but still you can hear
joy of children turning to tears.
Disease hides around every corner,
quietly still.
Wait for the moment to heal
Wait for God, want his touch, want to feel.It's the end of the world,
the end of the world.