[Intro] (The end of the book...) (Witwicky) (One last page) [Verse 1] Sticks and stones, skull and bones Clocks and oaths, watched the throne. Time to go, it's too late now— The ink is drying on the sweating brow. One more story left to tell And I know it well. (I know it too well) From the dust of the block to the weight of the crown, I watched the empires burn and the kings fall down. The prologue is buried, the chapters are torn, Waiting for a sequel that’ll never be born. [Pre-Chorus] Down the rabbit hole, ask for forgiveness And I know my sins, but it all comes down to this. (Just this) [Chorus] All of these storytellers Talkin' 'bout nothin', no, nothin', no, nothin'. The end of all the storytellin' Talkin' 'bout nothin', no, nothin', no, nothin'. (Shut the book, boy) (The ink is gone) [Verse 2] Sam Witwicky Young boy tellin' stories of the city. Life with no plot, just chasin' on the rocks Caught a vibe in the ghost, ain't no exes in my X3. Too many dead end conversations, Wasted breath on a hollow foundation. Play your role, then take your bow, The curtains are heavy and they’re closing now. Every journey has its end, One more story left to tell And I know it well. (Know it by heart) No more fables, no more lies in the dark, Just the cold, hard metal and the fading spark. The narrator’s tired, the audience left, In a city of echoes, I’m the only one kept. [Bridge] No more "once upon a time" (None) No more rhythm, no more rhyme (Done) Just the silence in between the static, The end of the legend, the end of the magic. (Witwicky...) (Final chapter) (Close the lid) (Vanish) [Chorus] All of these storytellers Talkin' 'bout nothin', no, nothin', no, nothin'. The end of all the storytellin' Talkin' 'bout nothin', no, nothin', no, nothin'. [Outro] The end of the story. (The end) Sam Witwicky. (The end) No more talking. (Nothing... nothing...)
