In The End

	A shift in shapes has come about
	And no one's safe or sacred now
	But isn't that much better than
	The limbo we were living in
	Diaspora or renaissance
	Blame mercury or fate or chance
	Changes always come in packs,
	Sniffing out your darkened doorsteps
	And when the words run out
	The quiet's just as loud
	When the world is upside down
	And we're walking on our hands
	But we keep on spinning round
	And who knows where we'll land
	In the end
	In the end
	The moon it moves in cycles and
	We're subject to its will, its whims
	The tide, the time, the age, the law
	Run back and forth from idle dogs
	History is not a highway
	Straight an narrow always
	But a roundabout and round again
	We ride around and hope for change
	And when the state's drawn out
	The break is twice as loud
	Then the world is upside down
	And we're walking on our hands
	But we keep on spinnin' round
	And who knows where we'll land
	In the end
	In the end
	This is the end of stagnant days
	Time to give up the way
	I stand my ground, oh stand my ground
	Then the world is upside down
	And we're walking on our hands
	But we keep on spinnin' round
	And who knows where we'll land
	In the end
	In the end
	In the end
	In the end
	In the end
	In the end
	In the end
	In the end
	In the end