The End Of History

I feel your sorrow
Youre chasing tomorrow
There is no distance
In your absence

If you call the monster
He will appear
Like I disappear, blackout
Like I disappear, blackout

There is resistance
Behind enemy lines
There goes the hatred
Bursting through the fabric

If you call the monster
He will appear
Like I disappear, blackout
Like I disappear, blackout

You are here, here
You, you are here
You are