It's a part of life, be it very unwanted

Show me a man who's learned these ropes

By ignoring all problems presented

Giving up the right to verify hopes

But now.. We.. Learn.. To receive this

Before we burn. You must believe this...

We got something for free. We got something for us

Something to take heart and to gain trust

Now we got nothing to show for all we have done

So if this is the end I've just begun

A method of coming terms. a practical choice. a desperate attempt at making sense of words spoken without a voice

It's a part of life, always very unwanted

Show me a woman who's learned these ropes

You can ignore all the problems presented

And give up on all your hopes

But remember the choice was yours

But remember the choice was yours

If this is the end

Of all that you made

And of all the good you've done

And all that you have saved

If this is the end

Of all the sense you made

And of all the good you've done

And all that you have saved

It can be feared that your part in this has been ignored by all

But yourself

It can be feared that ships will sink when you put your feelings on the shelf

So take these words and sail them to a place of ashes and broken bones

Cause your time here has come to conflict with that of my own

Just don't forget, the choice

When the end pours

Always remember, the choice was yours