Story Behind The Song
2012 is the end of the Mayan calendar and some say it's the end of the world. This song is about why.
Song Description
2012 is the metaphor for the end of the world, at least why we deserve it to end. Humanity had so many chances to redeem itself and failed repeatedly. That's what this song is getting at.
| Song Length |
3:41 |
Genre |
Rock - Hard Rock, Rock - Modern |
| Tempo |
Multiple Tempos |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Outraged, Disconcerted |
Subject |
Judgement, Change |
| Similar Artists |
Iron Maiden, Metallica |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
The fault lies not within our stars,
This is the whimper,
that sounds the end.
The fault lies not within our stars,
This is the death rattle,
of the condemned.
I spent my life high on the notion,
that I could do something great.
But I bravely ran away,
and gave myself a Section Eight.
Daydreaming my life away,
and bored with everything,
Slouching towards Bethlehem,
and tied to apron strings.
This is the end,
of the bloodline,
that had a purpose,
that had a spine.
A generation,
on the bread line,
runs out of purpose,
runs out of time.
We're picking up the pieces,
of the Baby Boom chaos,
who navel-gazed in a purple haze,
and became the new Boss.
We Ragnaroked and Rolled,
and passed the buck and pissed the time,
the revolution was webcast,
the execution was half-assed.
This is the end,
of the bloodline,
that had a purpose,
that had a spine.
A generation,
on the bread line,
runs out of purpose,
runs out of time.
The fault lies not within our stars,
This is the whimper,
that sounds the end.
The fault lies not within our stars,
This is the death rattle,
of the condemned.
This is the end,
of the bloodline,
that had a purpose,
that had a spine.
A generation,
on the bread line,
runs out of purpose,
runs out of time.
This is the end,
of this borrowed time,
We ran out of rope and The Cosmic Joke,
has hit its punchline.
The fault lies not within our stars,
This is the whimper,
that sounds the end.