The Era Of An End

I got wise, why pretend
That my season [bad word] again?
I open my mind just to find I'm all alone
I try my hand when I can
It's never easy to understand
I spit my lies to see if they fly, call it what you will

This is the era of an end
No time [bad word] the secrets that they're keeping

It's all the same, and who's to say
difference can rise today
If passion dies it magnifies the age of drone
The Earth still spins, the end begins
The [bad word] will not forgive
You open your mind just to find you're all alone

This is the era of an end
No time [bad word] the secrets that they're keeping