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by Eric Visnov, Anthony Zinno, Daniel Brouse

G / Em / C / D

The End Of The End .MP3 (with additional acoustic guitar by Dom Gambone)

The End Of The End Part 1 .MP3

LYRICS
Days are done, come and gone
There’s nothing here among the ashes
All that was, has never been
Vanished away in just an instant

Swimging along the stars, and fly
The past is only what’s for certain
How could eyes ever preceive this
Could a mind really forsee it?
This is the end of…
… The End.

by Eric Visnov
performed by:
Eric Visnov — Vocals, Guitar
Anthony Zinno — Percussion
Daniel Brouse — Keyboards

The Lion’s Den .MP3

by Eric Visnov
performed by Visnov / Brouse

The Flow .MP3

LYRICS
The Flow

V1: Look around me, into the sea
And try to find where we should be
The ship is sailing, from side to side
And sometimes I can’t believe my eyes

The air is new where I stand only breathing, taking in everything
Highest, to minds’, bird’s-eye that we’re viewing, looking out into the sky
V2: Test my limits, and count my stars,
it’s so far out how far we’ve come
The more I realize, well the less I know
But it’s only true whats in your heart
(Bridge)
Whats for sure, it’s gonna set you free
Round up your stash, and give it to me man
If you wanna be, be, open your eyes to see reality
Mysteries from centuries years ago, but I don’t know
How long before the show, can ya take me where I’ve never been

V3: So let these words pass, by with the time
It’s no surprise you outta know
Constant motion, and heed the flow
Direct yourself the way winds may blow

by Eric Visnov
performed by Visnov / Brouse

Social Problems .MP3

LYRICS
There’s a place that I can go, take a trip and fix my holes
but i’m the only one who knows that game
somewhere that i have been, many times to love and sin
ohh, and i’m coming back again (yeah again)

In a moment you shall see, all the things you wanna be
but hey man are you exactly where you want
starting from the very end, and, all the same the day is spent
riding away headed for the sun

pennies in my pocket, and pills to cure my blues
the bullshit on the TV. thats being sold to me and you
policy is sickening, for which there ain’t a cure
and change is what you make of it, but i don’t see none in store
(I said now, Steady…again)

Listen in, so awair, things that are, and are not there
but don’t pretend if you won’t try to care
While i’m, waiting in the unpaid line,
for some bread but all my wine,
has been drank up by all the men in charge

Just in case there’s a trace,
trying to defend the human race,
and it’s safe to say one day this all will end