Текст песни Prototype - The Way It Ends

Just a thought
To add suspense
To all the games
Of discontent

Fear is real
But not self-taught
You let others
Be the cause

There we go racing towards the sun,
Ignoring all the noise,
Striving for the grace of man
People play this great charade,
And always miss the point
Never fall for prophecies

You say it draws near,
That it will be clear
You act so convinced,
A fortress you've built
Remember the doubt
By which I now stand
You write the book
On the way it all ends

Tear down
Those mighty walls
Reinvent
The way you talk

Look ahead,
Now down below,
Or high above,
Where angels flow

There we go racing towards the sun,
Ignoring all the noise,
Striving for the grace of man
People play this great charade,
And always miss the point
Never fall for prophecies

Waiting to see
Our kind disagree
You draw the line
And stick to your pride
Remember the doubt
By which I now stand
You write the book
On the way

It ends

(Guitar solos)

You say it draws near
That it will be clear
You act so convinced,
A fortress you've built
Remember the doubt
By which I now stand
You wrote the book
On the way it all ends

It ends