Making walls   We turn ourselves into enemies   Escape by dying young   Like feathers in the wind   Tremble hard   When the flames are licking   We hold our hands encircling   And sing along      This is the end   Surrounding life in precious hands   This is the end   When love you give is breaking down   This is the end   Brother lock the children away   This is the end      Baby's breath   A whisper in the chaos   Future looming dark and frightening   The gun is loaded   Vision faith   We only know if we question   Final days a resting place   Tomorrow's what we make it