The World Ends With You - OH, MANHATTAN

For a man of many faces, you look familiar

Prophetic voices in my head are telling me to

Run like hell

Where have you been?

I still see you

In the face of our children (the face of our children)

I heard you made it through the static

We hold these blessings by a string

But these prayers are meaningless

Because we both know, we both know where we’re going

Stand behind your pride, counting the days til the summer

When we are born again

Put on your tattered clothes, and proceed to walk

That lonely road, of pale white tired lines

And I still can’t carry the weight of the world

Take it off my back, take it off my back

The world it ends with you

The world well it ends, the world well it ends with you

We are mirror images of false pretenses

Surrounded by malice and dissolution

Well, Mother lay concrete is proof

The marks I’ve made and the struggles I’ll lose

What’s yours tattooed?

C’est la vie, your body shattered

Well give me a reason to live

Cause there’s nothing left to live for

We might as well put on our wooden coats and wait

For the chariot to take us away to a better place

Where we can be at peace, I’ll be at peace

An exodus is not an option

Everyone has a price on their heads

The moment for holding on has passed

There is no rewind, no second chances

And I still can’t carry the weight of the world

Take it off my back, take it off my back

The world it ends with you

The world well it ends, the world well it ends with you