There's a place in our minds, where the sun ceases to shine
And the mountains of our spines are cast in shadows
There's a fortress in the sea and a lake that beads with the greed
Of a million hundred eyes, I've arrived now, in the end

I'm not allowed to be scared anymore
But I am afraid of your flood

Let me hold back the tears I'm sitting on
I will be playing with your blood
In the end, in the end

There's a mistress in our bed, with a thousand pounds on her head
On the poster on the wall above the light switch
The sheets are damp and old and her skin is freckled with mold
But the queue outside the door stretches right out
To the sea

I'm not allowed to be scared anymore
But I am afraid of your flood

Let me hold back the tears I'm sitting on
I will be playing with your blood
In the end, in the end.