You tell yourself that there's    Nothing wrong and it will be OK   That it will all eventually go away    Yet from the moment you were born the end began       Leaves begin to fall in the realm of mortal men    Symbolic of their frail existence;    Wither and fall, lost and forgotten    Content with nothing, forever searching       The dawn of a new age of supremacy    Beckons for humanity    Content with nothing forever searching to escape    The illusion that is mortality       Eluded by the constriction    It holds no boundaries    Once you look past the fabric of reality    You'll discover everything you ever wanted    So reach out and take it    You think this the end, but my dear this is just the beginning    The beginning of the end      So run as fast as you can   You might survive long enough   To realize there's no point running   So stop and face the end       Face the fear and embrace enlightenment    Or forever remain eluded