Looking back on my life Damned by it's pain and strife No sense at all it seems The end not justified by means The end End The end Will there be an answer Is there any purpose Will truth show it's not a curse And will the end be just No method, this madness More and more, always less No sense at all it seems The end not justified by means The end End The end Will there be an answer Is there any purpose Will truth show it's not a curse And will the end be just