, no one will be shot, until we are through, until we are through, but only when we are through, but only when we are through, but only when we are, throughhhhhh
never a folly of conviction and may the traitors' ashes seal the barren landscape [All:] We Are The End We Are The End [Chorus] [Dallas:] Look around
At the end of it all a heartless machine At the end of it all At the end of it all Now I stand alone At the end of it all Now I stand alone At the end
and blood Inside/outside, you embody the greatest part of me a part that I have been missing. and lately I have been distracted days on end And I think
a falling of perfect shame And we will trade our *word* Still a barren landscape [All:] We Are The End We Are The End [Chorus] [Dallas:] Look around
toll on me.(Its toll on me) And I will never forget, no I will never pretend. It ment nothing to me. All of this has to end, All of this has to end.
by the miles between who we were and who we grew to be. From beneath the city skies, we find the meaning of life. In an instant we'll find ourselves
the center of every fucked up and neglected soul. through the guise of the windows we have no reflections. we must learn to forget then that were surrounded by shadows. but we
Cast down from the heavens with broken wings cast down, so broken that life itself has no sight only blackness covers our eyes as we clench our ears
Vertaling: Alexisonfire. We Are The End.
Vertaling: Einde. Alleen als we zijn via.
down East end We can't help it if we're Working class yobs We can't help it if we hate the snobs So you can stick to your seaside, Your beaches and sand Cos we
Still and yet. Yet and still. Back across the rack, face against car grill. The spirit of compromise is very much alive. As seen in my ugly house,
but no follow-through. A mountain of cocaine bury papers past-due. I took a class this semester, Socialism in the name. Here's what I learned: "All people are
to break these teeth and carve the tongue out? Pressured to marry, told I need an heir. Coal mine canary, got me praying for bad air. Wedlock's a dry dock, we
