We Are the End - Intellectual

[Intro: Dallas Green]

Look around, look around

There's no affection, only infection

Search yourself, search yourself

Can I depend on you to surrender?

[Verse 1: George Pettit]

And we will storm their shores, eyes suffocating all they see

Feet sturdy on the rubble that will soon be dust

And there will be no ruins, no memory, no history

Only our unrelenting march side by side

We'll comb the earth and sweep it clean with hearts and feat unified

The hand of man is no match for our war-less army

[Chorus: Dallas Green & George Pettit]

Please tell me that this is the end of the world

And we will strike with the hands of God and leave nothing in our wake

It's time that we erase history, without a trace or a memory

And we will strike with the hands of God, and with a word we'll seize fate

Please tell me that this is the end of the world

And we will strike with the hands of God and leave nothing in our wake

It's time that we erase history, without a trace or a memory

And we will strike with the hands of God and church in our wakes

[Verse 2: George Pettit]

Steadfast soldiers with hands of gods and the numbers to succeed

We will persist until all that's left is a perfect sphere

Never a break a chain, never a folly of conviction

And may the traitor's ashes seal the barren landscape

[All]

We are the end

[Chorus: Dallas Green & George Pettit]

Please tell me that this is the end of the world

And we will strike with the hands of God and leave nothing in our wake

It's time that we erase history, without a trace or a memory

And we will strike with the hands of God and with word we'll seize fate

Please tell me that this is the end of the world

And we will strike with the hands of God and leave nothing in our wake

It's time that we erase history, without a trace or a memory

And we will strike with the hands of God and the church in our wakes

[Bridge: Dallas Green]

Look around, look around

There's no affection, only infection

Search yourself, search yourself

Can I depend on you to surrender?

[Chorus: Dallas Green & George Pettit]

Please tell me that this is the end of the world

And we will strike with the hands of God and leave nothing in our wake

It's time that we erase history, without a trace or a memory

And we will strike with the hands of God and with word we'll seize fate

Please tell me that this is the end of the world

And we will strike with the hands of God and leave nothing in our wake

It's time that we erase history, without a trace or a memory

And we will strike with the hands of God and the church in our wakes