This Bitter End

You hold your crown like it's a crime. Every truth reduced by time.

You taste the words before you speak. Still decide to keep them

weak. You stand so close, you turn away. Like closeness has

a price to pay. You read the signs you helped invent.

Call it fate, call it intent. Every step you won't defend pulls us nearer

to the end. This bitter end. We saw it start. This bitter end.

Right from the heart. This bitter end. No place to bend.

We give it all to this bitter end. You learn control,