in/THE END - Le Butcherettes

I wore black and he wore white

Never should have shown my face

Sour evil stored inside

Within the absence of real colors

Generations of warfare

Procrastinated on his head

Thought that he could have healed with urge

Didn’t know that it would blind him more

In the end, we are faithless

We’re just in search for guidance

It was the final breath of June

When his mother tipped the glass again

Forcing me to shred myself

Incomplete relations

A voice who wore its skin so well (Ooh, ooh)

Showered him with retrospective sun (Ooh, ooh)

Showing us to empathize once more (Ooh, ooh)

Born for saving what was left (Ooh, ooh)

In the end, we are faithless

We’re just in search for violence

Always been our own worst enemies

Bound to each other to remember this

I remember when I was a child

Everything we did had gone south

Even if we thought we understood

Might we find out 'til the end, love?

In the end, we are faithless

We’re just in search for violence

Always been our own worst enemies

Bound to each other to remember this

In the end, we are faithless

We’re just in search for violence

Always been our own worst enemies

Bound to each other to remember this