Wit's end

Dinosaurs came and destroyed the city I ambushed them, I'm psychic The ice age is coming, a long winter Bad with mornings, I yawned

I wish... [NARRATOR] Well, she was at her wit's end [JACK'S MOTHER]

Oh, baby. You're maybe. Don't you know you're so close to victory?! That feeling that you're at your wit's end Overcome it for one more chance.

Sometimes I doubt the path I chose Sometimes my dreams feel all on hold There's no doubt that this will make me strong Because it's the hardest thing I've ever done

A castle in the sky can't defend against genuine monsters At their wit's end, both the amazing song and the sermon break down

Three little pigs went out one day One built a house made out of hay The other pigs thought it would fall, fall, fall But the first didn’t care at all.

Right away, walls are reserved like parking spots. But who can understand, when they have everything, That a man at his wit's end strikes hard, fuelled by hatred,

Oh I can't take another heartache Though you say you're my friend, I'm at my wit's end You say your love is bonafide, but that don't coincide

if they realised, (if they) knew the truth But I believe that what I am doing makes sens because sometimes it's better to be at wit's end than to go mad

The Sun is rising over Mother Land, Already russian man is yelling, drunken to wit's end! To hell with a factory, sod damn kolhoz*1 !

A+B=C doing pique A is you and B is me in my wit's end, so our contact is maybe C.

That's it, there's evil everywhere, I've been around Almost at my wit's end, not yet out of my mind but it won't be long They brought me down to my knees

Crimson twilight falls softly on your cheeks At the setting sun, bursting, our eyes stay shut This sorrow is helpless

I looked into your eyes and you were mine, my abiding companion. You left me one day

You grow up a poorly girl Girls who don't go out and play And you at your wit's end With your meaningless conversations

Being at my wit's end Even if it's a forced smile Being at my wit's end

I'm at my wit's end I don't know where we are I'm at my wit's end Blind from hereonin

From the outset, the walls are reserved like parking spots But who can understand when they have a full mène? That a man at his wit's end will fight back, fueled by hate

Let me help you How much longer until you realize? You're getting worse, it's killing you inside I can't break through

Exhausted faces line up on Touyoko's overhead rail tracks. Speaking for myself, I am beaten failure of weekday luckily or unluckily. I see and image my dad's youth in my friend who I have not heard a word for a while. I wonder if the black clouds that cover riverbed darken my future.