End of the World I hear the end of the world and I yawn The same words going on and on I’ve been here since before the dawn And the moon still appears when it wants I haunt, stalk them like the prey Not to flaunt but I was born this way I don’t obsess about decay I smile gently at each new grey Time pays, my soul knows it’s all staged Am I numb or am I free of soft rage This place reads like a play I can’t change Manufactured outrage of the day But I’m just a girl So soft and so weak The end of the world Wouldn’t hurt me Oooooooh End of the Aaaaaaaaaahhh End of the Mmmmmm ooooooo End of the End of the world Am I supposed to be moved by impending doom Should I curl in the corner like I’m in the womb Should I panic or be frantic about the same tune Or take my soul back and put those devils in tombs I won’t presume that I know truth I am simply a depleted echo of my own youth I am that I am is all that I can never confuse I know me now just like the lifetimes in prelude A legion that lives here is all that will ever lose Once they know my name they will know I am who Has never been new, has always been in tune While they watched me I sat watching them too But I’m just a girl So soft and so weak The end of the world Wouldn’t hurt me Oooooooh End of the Aaaaaaaaaahhh End of the Mmmmmm ooooooo End of the End of the world I ought not repeat myself But I never needed help I came back for what I left And then I cheated death But I’m just a girl So soft and so weak The end of the world Wouldn’t hurt me Oooooooh End of the Aaaaaaaaaahhh End of the Mmmmmm ooooooo End of the End of the world
