Looking back on my life
Damned by it's pain and strife
No sense at all it seems
The end not justified by means
The end
End
The end
Will there be an answer
Is there any purpose
Will truth show it's not a curse
And will the end be just
No method, this madness
More and more, always less
No sense at all it seems
The end not justified by means
The end
End
The end
Will there be an answer
Is there any purpose
Will truth show it's not a curse
And will the end be just