End of days

Nothing is sacred, everything is a game
people kill me constantly nothing's ever the same
love is cheaper than red wine in a box

it's those end of days that scars the soul
those days where my heart is put wide open trapped in a bowl
laughter trashes it all threads flesh red

and everything that was meant to be
just open for all the audience to see
she cut it off the ticket price

so this is the end of days.