We already know how it ends
When human kind tends to look at life hazily through a glass, cracked lens
An imprecise device, known as influence
In fact the impactful trends will most likely come from our friends to make amends

Ah, it'll be ok if it sends, 'cause we know how the text ends
They are letters typed onto a screen without looking into the eyes of one whose heart has a cracked lens
I mean, it depends

We already know how it ends
Imagine a match lit to one blade of grass in a dry field
The prairie turns black with smoke
The fire quickly becomes too raging to wield
From the beginning the fate was sealed

We already know if Tom cruise is cast in a movie, there will be multiple scenes of him running
If Robin Hood stretches his bow, his target will be hit
We already know MC Hammer will never quit
We already know that will never end til he becomes unlegit

But we still keep those glasses on
We still send that text message
We still go see that movie with Tom Cruise in it
We are still amazed as Robin Hood hits bulls eye
We already know how it ends

He fits the description
Young man looking for love and respect, the pity party edition
The sick addiction only leads to affliction
Snapshots left in his brain that leave a deep inscription

We already know what happens to a girl
When her insecurities and pain become all she can see in the world
It takes one night, or one knife, overbearing fright, despite what's true and right
She thinks of herself as plastic, black and white, just one roll of the dice

We already know when Jesus knelt, the distress was felt
As his body undressed itself of blood from the burden of sin
Wrath was dealt, so I didn't have to die myself
So everyday I die to myself. I try...or do I?

We all know how it ends. The cross of Christ, A.K.A. the weight of humanity
God had a plan for me
He knew the beginning and end because that's what defines Him
It also divines Him, three in one never divides Him
This is my son who I am well pleased, who died, and it prides Him

We already know how it ends
When you put the Christ in a grave with stone you couldn't even find Mick Jagger rolling over
There's not a chance, so good luck, here's a four leaf clover
In case you didn't know, need reminded, or are running from it, he rose from the tomb, and it's not over

We already know how ends, but how it really ends
A broken bride of Christ awaits that one day we can finally look into the eyes of Christ
And be assured it's alright, He's coming again
We already know how it ends

We already know how it ends
Because from five years of age
The flannel graph Jesus has shown us His ways
“Raised in a Christian home”
The start of every testimony it seems in this city
But if it's a flannel physically, and that only
It will quickly rip by the seams and it won't be pretty

See, we already know how it ends
But we choose to leave it at that
It’s fact that refusing to make this redemptive hope our own
Is a clear sign of why our life has run dry to the bone
Why we feel in need of love and alone