The Pain That Bonds (The Beginning Is the End)

I just don’t know how it feels anymore
Life’s drifting in time divided
Empire’s falling in kingdom’s rust
In echoes I won’t hear when the night is over

The beginning, the beginning is the end
The beginning, the beginning is the end
The beginning

There’s no refuge for hopelessness
No science for broken-hearted frills
No ornaments, no light, no light bright enough
To cover the darkness of our faithless thrills, no

The beginning is the end, the beginning
The beginning is the end, the end

The pain that bonds it all together
The beginning, as we lose, the colors, as we faint,
The bloodline, the bloodline turned specter, turned specter as we end
The anguish of unknown, unfolded grief

The beginning, the beginning is the end
The beginning, the beginning is the end
The end

I don’t know how to cover the rues at my feet
Mercy’s hidden like a lonesome treasure
And sorrow’s evil, but when it’s all you’ve got
It’s a dear friend holding your crestfallen woes

The beginning, the beginning is the end, the end
The beginning, the beginning is the end

The edge may cover the words of disruption
Its youthful dream, its youthful dream may fool you into believing
That the voices you hear, you hear, you hear
May come from heaven and beyond
But static is the noise whispering in your ears

The beginning is the end
The beginning is the end

The pain that bonds it all together
The beginning, as we lose, the colors as we faint
The bloodline turned specter as we end
The bloodline, the bloodline as we end
The beginning

The anguish of unknown, unfolded grief
The beginning, the beginning is the end
The beginning, the beginning is the end
The beginning is the end

A man is falling, falling, falling on his knees
A man is falling, falling, falling on his knees
A man is falling, falling, falling on his knees
A man is falling, falling, falling on his knees
A man is falling, falling, falling, falling, falling on his knees
A man is falling, falling, falling, falling, falling on his knees

The beginning is the end

Words: Alex Henry Foster
Recorded at Upper Room Studio