| Song | Not the End |
| Artist | An Pierlé |
| Album | White Velvet |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Will I be | |
| Full of doubts or full of deeds | |
| And have the guts to still believe | |
| You have to fight for the right cause | |
| When all seems lost, when judgement's poor | |
| When God & bad melt into one | |
| Could I be someone you can count on? | |
| As for myself, I've no excuse | |
| I'll gladly win, I'll badly lose | |
| It's in the choices that you choose | |
| To dare to press where you've been bruised | |
| You can't predict how you'll react | |
| Till cruel fiction turns into fact | |
| If I could believe this is something new… | |
| Well I don't believe this is something new | |
| This must end | |
| This won't end | |
| If this don't end | |
| We'll be through | |
| Will I find | |
| Will I find unsuspected strength | |
| Would I be capable of killing | |
| With my bare hands | |
| Would I be thrilled | |
| When flooded with adrenaline | |
| And fear of death | |
| Will I sense guilt | |
| Or be dragged along by unexpected kicks | |
| And while the people on the streets | |
| Exceed all records that we keep | |
| I close my eyes to what they need | |
| I lost all sensitivity | |
| We do not want this status quo | |
| While our purses yawn for | |
| Always more, more, more, more | |
| If I could believe this was something new… | |
| Well I don't believe this is something new | |
| Shame on me | |
| Shame on me | |
| Shame on me | |
| and shame on who? | |
| And No I | |
| No I don't think that I overstate | |
| One fears the monsters one creates | |
| And with so many things to lose | |
| It gets important how you choose | |
| So easily drawn to certainty | |
| 'Cause what I fear is often what's unknown to me | |
| And you can | |
| And you can say she nag, nag, nags | |
| She speaks in tongues, she waves with flags | |
| That don't help nothing, don't do good | |
| Well tell me how you think it should | |
| Be better done | |
| What can we do | |
| I'll leave the question up to you | |
| Don't you believe this is something new | |
| Don't you believe this is something new | |
| This won't help | |
| This don't help | |
| This won't end | |
| This don't end | |
| This don't end | |
| This won't end | |
| Shame on me and shame on you |
| Will I be | |
| Full of doubts or full of deeds | |
| And have the guts to still believe | |
| You have to fight for the right cause | |
| When all seems lost, when judgement' s poor | |
| When God bad melt into one | |
| Could I be someone you can count on? | |
| As for myself, I' ve no excuse | |
| I' ll gladly win, I' ll badly lose | |
| It' s in the choices that you choose | |
| To dare to press where you' ve been bruised | |
| You can' t predict how you' ll react | |
| Till cruel fiction turns into fact | |
| If I could believe this is something new | |
| Well I don' t believe this is something new | |
| This must end | |
| This won' t end | |
| If this don' t end | |
| We' ll be through | |
| Will I find | |
| Will I find unsuspected strength | |
| Would I be capable of killing | |
| With my bare hands | |
| Would I be thrilled | |
| When flooded with adrenaline | |
| And fear of death | |
| Will I sense guilt | |
| Or be dragged along by unexpected kicks | |
| And while the people on the streets | |
| Exceed all records that we keep | |
| I close my eyes to what they need | |
| I lost all sensitivity | |
| We do not want this status quo | |
| While our purses yawn for | |
| Always more, more, more, more | |
| If I could believe this was something new | |
| Well I don' t believe this is something new | |
| Shame on me | |
| Shame on me | |
| Shame on me | |
| and shame on who? | |
| And No I | |
| No I don' t think that I overstate | |
| One fears the monsters one creates | |
| And with so many things to lose | |
| It gets important how you choose | |
| So easily drawn to certainty | |
| ' Cause what I fear is often what' s unknown to me | |
| And you can | |
| And you can say she nag, nag, nags | |
| She speaks in tongues, she waves with flags | |
| That don' t help nothing, don' t do good | |
| Well tell me how you think it should | |
| Be better done | |
| What can we do | |
| I' ll leave the question up to you | |
| Don' t you believe this is something new | |
| Don' t you believe this is something new | |
| This won' t help | |
| This don' t help | |
| This won' t end | |
| This don' t end | |
| This don' t end | |
| This won' t end | |
| Shame on me and shame on you |
| Will I be | |
| Full of doubts or full of deeds | |
| And have the guts to still believe | |
| You have to fight for the right cause | |
| When all seems lost, when judgement' s poor | |
| When God bad melt into one | |
| Could I be someone you can count on? | |
| As for myself, I' ve no excuse | |
| I' ll gladly win, I' ll badly lose | |
| It' s in the choices that you choose | |
| To dare to press where you' ve been bruised | |
| You can' t predict how you' ll react | |
| Till cruel fiction turns into fact | |
| If I could believe this is something new | |
| Well I don' t believe this is something new | |
| This must end | |
| This won' t end | |
| If this don' t end | |
| We' ll be through | |
| Will I find | |
| Will I find unsuspected strength | |
| Would I be capable of killing | |
| With my bare hands | |
| Would I be thrilled | |
| When flooded with adrenaline | |
| And fear of death | |
| Will I sense guilt | |
| Or be dragged along by unexpected kicks | |
| And while the people on the streets | |
| Exceed all records that we keep | |
| I close my eyes to what they need | |
| I lost all sensitivity | |
| We do not want this status quo | |
| While our purses yawn for | |
| Always more, more, more, more | |
| If I could believe this was something new | |
| Well I don' t believe this is something new | |
| Shame on me | |
| Shame on me | |
| Shame on me | |
| and shame on who? | |
| And No I | |
| No I don' t think that I overstate | |
| One fears the monsters one creates | |
| And with so many things to lose | |
| It gets important how you choose | |
| So easily drawn to certainty | |
| ' Cause what I fear is often what' s unknown to me | |
| And you can | |
| And you can say she nag, nag, nags | |
| She speaks in tongues, she waves with flags | |
| That don' t help nothing, don' t do good | |
| Well tell me how you think it should | |
| Be better done | |
| What can we do | |
| I' ll leave the question up to you | |
| Don' t you believe this is something new | |
| Don' t you believe this is something new | |
| This won' t help | |
| This don' t help | |
| This won' t end | |
| This don' t end | |
| This don' t end | |
| This won' t end | |
| Shame on me and shame on you |