I took a ride to the other side shook the hand of fate and came back alive I sat and talked with God “son, you're gonna die... ain't no doubt about it, ain't no reason why put your heart in a suitcase and let your blood run cold give me back my crown of thorns and meet me at the end of the world ...met me at the end...of the world” there's a black cloud up in heaven the seas have turned to blood the moon is red, the future's written hell's waiting to be fed dead children you can lead our sunsets your little hearts have burned our prophets it's time to see that what glitters is gold ...the end of the ....world “put your heart in a suitcase and let your blood run cold give me back my crown of thorns and meet me at the end of the world ...met me at the end...of the world”