Waiting for the end, boys, waiting for the end.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm gonna love my son until the end.
Everything comes to an end.
Everything has an end.
The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning of the final loneliness.
Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
In my beginning is my end.
I'm not always going to keep waiting for a fairytale ending.
Waiting for the spark from heaven to fall.
The end is in the beginning and lies far ahead.
The end is the beginning of all things, Suppressed and hidden, Awaiting to be released through the rhythm Of pain and pleasure.