When ignorance is bliss 
 Our voices nothing but a sore hiss 
 We yearn for redemtion, for an end 
    Yet we keep heading on 
 While time`s expanding, running slow 
 Like streams of molten lead 
 In this moments of need 
 Our memories will soon be gone   
 There`ll be no end 
 There`ll be no end   
 No end 
 No end   
 No end 
 No end   
 Father, is this the end?