[Verse 1]
These withered hands have dug for a dream
Sifted through sand and leftover nightmares
Over the hill, a desolate wind
Turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy

[Chorus]
The end, oh the end
We live again
Oh, I grow weary of the end

[Verse 2]
Oh hungry days and the footsteps of fools
Gazing alone through sex-painted windows
Dredging the night, drunk libertines
Stink like a colognes from a newfangled wasteland

[Chorus]
The end, oh the end
We live again
Oh, I grow weary of the end

[Bridge]
Love is a plague in a mix-match parade
Where the castaways look so deranged
When will the children learn to let their wildernesses burn
And love will be new never cold and vacant
[Verse 1]
These withered hands have dug for a dream
Sifted through sand and leftover nightmares

[Chorus]
The end, oh the end
We live again
Oh, I grow weary of the end