Breaking windows of the panes
Ripping hearts and tearing veins
Bloodthirsty we've become
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| APOCALYPSE |
Hoping blood turns to rum
Burning away all we've done
We burn towns to turn and run
A million lives are lost in vain
As we choose death over pain
Gathering words as they part
Peeping through holes in the heart
A million souls turn and churn
In pieces that make a heart burn
The swords slashed through the pages
Till we're alive the war just wages
And after that strike a lightening
Death defying but not frightening
Where not a soul walks the earth
A deep dark hole has taken birth
So has come the apocalypse
In whose cages , we've come in its grip
After all we started the rips
And now we will have to r.i.p... !
