Song | Not the End |
Artist | An Pierlé |
Album | White Velvet |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Will I be | |
Full of doubts or full of deeds | |
And have the guts to still believe | |
You have to fight for the right cause | |
When all seems lost, when judgement's poor | |
When God & bad melt into one | |
Could I be someone you can count on? | |
As for myself, I've no excuse | |
I'll gladly win, I'll badly lose | |
It's in the choices that you choose | |
To dare to press where you've been bruised | |
You can't predict how you'll react | |
Till cruel fiction turns into fact | |
If I could believe this is something new… | |
Well I don't believe this is something new | |
This must end | |
This won't end | |
If this don't end | |
We'll be through | |
Will I find | |
Will I find unsuspected strength | |
Would I be capable of killing | |
With my bare hands | |
Would I be thrilled | |
When flooded with adrenaline | |
And fear of death | |
Will I sense guilt | |
Or be dragged along by unexpected kicks | |
And while the people on the streets | |
Exceed all records that we keep | |
I close my eyes to what they need | |
I lost all sensitivity | |
We do not want this status quo | |
While our purses yawn for | |
Always more, more, more, more | |
If I could believe this was something new… | |
Well I don't believe this is something new | |
Shame on me | |
Shame on me | |
Shame on me | |
and shame on who? | |
And No I | |
No I don't think that I overstate | |
One fears the monsters one creates | |
And with so many things to lose | |
It gets important how you choose | |
So easily drawn to certainty | |
'Cause what I fear is often what's unknown to me | |
And you can | |
And you can say she nag, nag, nags | |
She speaks in tongues, she waves with flags | |
That don't help nothing, don't do good | |
Well tell me how you think it should | |
Be better done | |
What can we do | |
I'll leave the question up to you | |
Don't you believe this is something new | |
Don't you believe this is something new | |
This won't help | |
This don't help | |
This won't end | |
This don't end | |
This don't end | |
This won't end | |
Shame on me and shame on you |
Will I be | |
Full of doubts or full of deeds | |
And have the guts to still believe | |
You have to fight for the right cause | |
When all seems lost, when judgement' s poor | |
When God bad melt into one | |
Could I be someone you can count on? | |
As for myself, I' ve no excuse | |
I' ll gladly win, I' ll badly lose | |
It' s in the choices that you choose | |
To dare to press where you' ve been bruised | |
You can' t predict how you' ll react | |
Till cruel fiction turns into fact | |
If I could believe this is something new | |
Well I don' t believe this is something new | |
This must end | |
This won' t end | |
If this don' t end | |
We' ll be through | |
Will I find | |
Will I find unsuspected strength | |
Would I be capable of killing | |
With my bare hands | |
Would I be thrilled | |
When flooded with adrenaline | |
And fear of death | |
Will I sense guilt | |
Or be dragged along by unexpected kicks | |
And while the people on the streets | |
Exceed all records that we keep | |
I close my eyes to what they need | |
I lost all sensitivity | |
We do not want this status quo | |
While our purses yawn for | |
Always more, more, more, more | |
If I could believe this was something new | |
Well I don' t believe this is something new | |
Shame on me | |
Shame on me | |
Shame on me | |
and shame on who? | |
And No I | |
No I don' t think that I overstate | |
One fears the monsters one creates | |
And with so many things to lose | |
It gets important how you choose | |
So easily drawn to certainty | |
' Cause what I fear is often what' s unknown to me | |
And you can | |
And you can say she nag, nag, nags | |
She speaks in tongues, she waves with flags | |
That don' t help nothing, don' t do good | |
Well tell me how you think it should | |
Be better done | |
What can we do | |
I' ll leave the question up to you | |
Don' t you believe this is something new | |
Don' t you believe this is something new | |
This won' t help | |
This don' t help | |
This won' t end | |
This don' t end | |
This don' t end | |
This won' t end | |
Shame on me and shame on you |
Will I be | |
Full of doubts or full of deeds | |
And have the guts to still believe | |
You have to fight for the right cause | |
When all seems lost, when judgement' s poor | |
When God bad melt into one | |
Could I be someone you can count on? | |
As for myself, I' ve no excuse | |
I' ll gladly win, I' ll badly lose | |
It' s in the choices that you choose | |
To dare to press where you' ve been bruised | |
You can' t predict how you' ll react | |
Till cruel fiction turns into fact | |
If I could believe this is something new | |
Well I don' t believe this is something new | |
This must end | |
This won' t end | |
If this don' t end | |
We' ll be through | |
Will I find | |
Will I find unsuspected strength | |
Would I be capable of killing | |
With my bare hands | |
Would I be thrilled | |
When flooded with adrenaline | |
And fear of death | |
Will I sense guilt | |
Or be dragged along by unexpected kicks | |
And while the people on the streets | |
Exceed all records that we keep | |
I close my eyes to what they need | |
I lost all sensitivity | |
We do not want this status quo | |
While our purses yawn for | |
Always more, more, more, more | |
If I could believe this was something new | |
Well I don' t believe this is something new | |
Shame on me | |
Shame on me | |
Shame on me | |
and shame on who? | |
And No I | |
No I don' t think that I overstate | |
One fears the monsters one creates | |
And with so many things to lose | |
It gets important how you choose | |
So easily drawn to certainty | |
' Cause what I fear is often what' s unknown to me | |
And you can | |
And you can say she nag, nag, nags | |
She speaks in tongues, she waves with flags | |
That don' t help nothing, don' t do good | |
Well tell me how you think it should | |
Be better done | |
What can we do | |
I' ll leave the question up to you | |
Don' t you believe this is something new | |
Don' t you believe this is something new | |
This won' t help | |
This don' t help | |
This won' t end | |
This don' t end | |
This don' t end | |
This won' t end | |
Shame on me and shame on you |