End Of Days (Born Gold)

You have to do these things for yourself I'm bound by stranger feelings If voices tell me to act it out I just won't bother listening You have to do these things for yourself I can't help much past raising Your booster seat on the pyre while you heave through Your flute for me You have to do these things for yourself My mind is odd and fevered If voices tell me to act it out The question's "How or never?" You have to do these things for yourself The animals are watching I feel the wind that comes when you say it's the end of days