Prototype - The Way It Ends

Just a thought To add suspense To all the games Of discontent

Fear is real But not self-taught You let others Be the cause

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 draws near That it will be clear You act so convinced A fortress you've built Remember the doubt By which I now stand You write the book On the way it all ends

Tear down Those mighty walls Reinvent The way you talk

Look ahead Not down below Or high above Where angels flow

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

Waiting to see Our kind disagree You draw the line And stick to your pride Remember the doubt By which I now stand You write the book On the way

It ends

You say it draws 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