Poets Of The Fall

No End, No Beginning
We can't seem to let go
The thread's so thin it just doesn't show anymore
It seems like we're playing charades
Playing like we're afraid to live
And this is one sacrifice I don't want to make
If there's no end
There can be no beginning, there can be no beginning
If there's no end
It feels like forsaking the dawn, we awaken and still we don't see
I am still secretly grateful you're living this moment with me
We can see where it leads
It's like you can't, can't kill the monster that feeds on you
No matter what you do it seems to get you every time
And that's a predicament if I know anything