All worlds end

From the black list To a flower petal I would go the extra mile To make sure I'm sane To make sure I never gotta think of it again And until the world's end And until I come again And until you come again I'll be shifting paradigms in my mind And making tunnels in my mind To make sense of time To make sure that I'm mine Don't make sense that All of this is fine Wouldn't drown in sorrow But it's fucking loud There's a crowd of hypocrites To make your presence known Hype enough to get it going Scared enough to let you down So much fucking around I oughta grab a cold glass of water Pass it around the class Then duck the second Teacher gives it to the teacher I'm a preacher, who gon' stop me now? Now how about you tell me all about what I could never do Never gonna get to you, and that's OK You called my bluff on call the other day, that's straight Never gonna get to you, and that's OK You called my bluff on call the other day, and that's straight And from the black metal to that flower petal, I'll be sane From the end of my tomorrow, I'm sure I'll be okay And from the black metal to that flower petal, I'll be sane From the end of my tomorrow, I'm sure I'll be okay