| This is the end of days that source and cure of all our pain |
| Was hidden deep in the grooves of record skip refrain. |
| No, theres no coming back from nights like these. |
| We’ll write melancholy anthems, to commemorate disaster. |
| Bookmark this page cause this is where things fall apart. |
| Remember these days cause this is how downward spirals start |
| These are the things I never wanted to say, |
| This is a place I never wanted to be… |
| So let it all come crashing down on me. |
| This is permanence. |
| This is youth’s last dance. |
| This is the end of days that I could look you in the eye and tell you nothings |
| wrong. |
| Darkened halls doomed phone calls, take this down, |
| Cause we’re telling all with melancholy anthems to commemorate disaster. |
| Bookmark this page this is where things fall apart |
| Remember these days, cause this is how downward spirals start. |
| These are things I never wanted to say, |
| This is a place I never wanted to be… |
| So let it all come crashing down on me. |
| These are the things that we never ever wanted to know, |
| With smiling scars across our throats, |
| If the good die young we’ll fucking live forever. |