In The End.

I'm the liquid inside your veins…

I'm the links in all your chains…

I'm the pressure in the air you breathe…

I'm the unfair in a one‑sided fight…

I'm the darkness in the middle of night…

I'm the left turn when you've taken a right…

I'm a knife that cuts when you needed to heal…

I'm the dead sensation when you're trying to feel…

I'm the rotting flesh when you're nearing death…

I'm the cold you'll feel when the heat sets in the rot…

I'm the nothing that takes all you’ve got…

In the end I'm all you’ve got…

All you’ve got…

All you’ve got…

The cold you feel lets you know this world is real…

This world is cold…

Cold…

Cold…

Cold…