Just a thought, to add suspense
To all our games, of discontent
Fear is real, but not so taught
You let others, be the cause.
 [bad word] 
There we go, racing towards the sun
Ignoring all the noise, striving for the grace of man
People play this great charade
And always miss the point, never fall for prophecies.

You say it was near, that this will be clear
You act so convinced, a fortress you've built
Remember the doubt, by which I now stand
You write the books, on the way it all ends.

Tear down those lying walls, reinvent the way you talk
Look ahead, now don't relock
Or I abort where angels flow.
 [bad word] 
Waiting to see, I'll fight, disagree
You draw the line and stick to your pride
Remember the doubt, by which I now stand
You write the books on the way.... it ends.

You say it was near, that it will be clear
You act so convinced, a fortress you've built
Remember the doubt, by which I now stand
You wrote the book on the way it all ends.

It ends.