Things are getting harder and harder and harder Seems like I barely get by The days are getting shorter and shorter and shorter I just can't find enough time It's all around me The fear of failing ...

Where to run to, where to hide, much to full to swalllow my pride But I'm still haunted by something inside as if another part of me has died. Paralyzed, I close my eyes, the pain inside surro...

The fear of failing...I'm at the end of my rope...the last little bit of hope...I'm at the end of my rope...it fall too far out of reach...I'm at the end of my rope...the last little bit of hope...I'm at the end of my rope...At the end of my rope...At the end of my rope...Everyone of us has got a story to tell...I'm at the end of my rope...the last little bit of hope...I'm at the end of my rope...At the end of my rope...At the end of my rope

At the end of your rope...Hanging by a thread...And I feel a moment, aspirations...You're at the end of your rope...You're at the end of your rope...You're at the end of your rope...You're at the end of your rope

w me into the Abyss of the windfall that's...I'm at the end of my rope ...d in this - is just a pile of worthlessness ...And in the end - it's no surprise ...I'm at the end of my rope ...ou can't hold me to a place in time - whe...You can't climb out of the flood -the sign...I'm at the end of my rope

There's a little girl ...Just a whole lotta heartac...At the end of my rope ...I fall a little harder every...Just a whole lotta heartac...At the end of my rope ...I fall a little harder every...I fall a little harder every...Just a whole lotta heartac...At the end of my rope ...HOLDINGS LLC, MUSIC OF STAGE THREE

Grasping for a reason without know...We can hold to a thread at the end of a rope...glory and the honor of a name...We can hold to a thread at the end of a rope...glory and the honor of a name...We can hold to a thread at the end of a rope

Ed was at the end of his rope, an expression he detested. "There is no rope!" he would scream at the laughing walls. "There is only the end. No hope, No rope. Ending is better than mending. Doors of perception, winodws of opportunity- these are illusinos, like the killing floor." Ed spoke in a squeaky whiny voice with perhaps a slight tinge of glee, but this was only because he couldnt be bothered to develop a manner of speaking that truly reflected his mood. "This is a vacuum. There is no air in this room. Despair is no fun anymore. Nihilism knocked three times on the ceiling, but the rosy fingers of dawn always insterted themselves in the nose of unfulfilled promises. Angels sang Heysanna Hosanna. Paralyzed prima-donnas danced in the streets all day, but when the darkness came, everybody went home. I was ready- everyone else was asleep. And while it may have been a relief to see that I was right all along, here I am still: alone and trapped, awaiting the endless end. ...d his Picasso, "I'm a millionaire!"! This wasn't actually true. Ed's picasso was an obvious forgery, his three Rothkos had just been singled out in an article in ARTFORUM entitled "The three most insignificant paintings of Mark Rothko," and his Barbara Kruegers had been irreparably damaged by Rein Sanction and a few other bands from Gainsville that refused to acknowledge the value of art. ..."Come to think of it," Ed mused to the laminated roadkill coffee table that he had purchased when times had seem slightly less bleak, "Come to think of it, not only does art have no intrinsic value, but my collection has no extrinsic value either. I know I'm not a millionaire, but that's no reason to complain. There is no reason to complain. There is no reason to do anything. I don't believe in reason, objective reality, or collective farming. I don't believe in public speaking, which is another reason why I'm here alone. I don't believe in life or death. I would kill myself, but I don't believe in suicide." Ed put on a red shirt and took a quick walk around the block while whistling softly to himself. He reentered his apartment screaming. "There is no life on this planet! Jehovah-One replaced all life with machinery five centuries ago. The so-called industrial revolution was just another hoax and we all fell for it, 'cause we were all programmed to. Even I fell for it, I believe in the steam engine, even though I don't believe in anything. Logical inconsistancy is the Mr.Bubble I bathe in each and every evening, except yesterday evening, when I rollerbladed over to the masonic temple to play pinochle with Pope John Paul the First. I really had no choice in the matter." "Ed certainly could go on and on, and he did, and he would, and he will, until you or I or somebody does something aobut it." Senator Sterno of Louisiana announced...s and laundry lists of nonsense. I shall drive without a license, without clothing, without direction and if I make it to Arkansas fine, and if I'm running late, If I'm running a numbers game, it doesn't matter. I shall keep on running, yes This is the answer. This is the ending. I shall keep running, because a body in motion tend

I'm in a place ...Or a reason not to leave...At the end of your rope ...Of living alone ...At the end of your rope ...At the end of your rope

as if another part of me ... fades away, at the end of my rope I'm waiting. ..., empty inside, out of control. ...My heart a void, my empty soul...sinking empty, full of despair ...lone and scared, in a world where nobody ...A hopeless end, afrai...f from my pain, the end a suicide? ...earb to find peace, a presence of mind.

do it by my own. In a dark I can't reach ...god my dear, friend of misery....uicidal way, by the end of the rope ...god my dear, friend of misery....uicidal way, by the end of the rope

This is the end you see ...to wake up and make a stand ...By the end of the rope ...ife has become such a waste for you ...Becoming a distant memory ...ife has become such a waste for you ...By the end of the rope ...ife has become such a waste for you

As he thinks of eternity...Left a taste of cold steel...'s drowning in fear of death...ut does anyone give a damn...First light of the morning...At the end of a rope he'll hang...First light of the morning...At the end of a rope he'll hang...From the end of the gallows...To the land of the dead...In the land of the dead

I know I'm a reasoning guy ...on years: it's just a memory ...At the end of this rope ...Rope at the end of the line ...ing by your neck on a vine ...re changing seasons of my poison years ...I know I'm a reasoning guy

And this old guitar of mine ...At the end of my rope again ...I must of been million miles ...I must have faked a million smiles ...At the end of my rope again

he part you play is a cop-out. ...You're at the end of the rope. ...A crazed attack will ...You're at the end of the rope.

st as I come to the end of my rope...ound with one touch of your hand...st as I come to the end of my rope...ound with one touch of your hand...ound with one touch of your hand