It Feels Like the Apocalypse

We saw their flesh rotting
Their bones turning to clay
He said: it's the apocalypse
I said: just a play

We walked on the rubble
Of the Tower of Babel
He said: we'll be history
I said: just a fable

Yet I find myself shuddering
At the syncopated tune
Of my own breath
Death is a thought
I can ignore
No more

My friend was no idiot
And to me, this was clear
He just asked me in my dispassion
To comprehend his fear

My friend transmuted hearts
Made of lead into gold
While I just conjured demons
For fear of getting old

Now I find myself shuddering
At the syncopated tune
Of my own breath
Death is a thought
I can ignore
No more

The last time I saw him
He'd been tied up in chains
They had shattered his head
They had trodden on his brain

The last time I heard of him
I was wrapped up in shame
I groaned, it was agony
And I cried out his name

So I find myself shuddering
At the syncopated tune
Of my own breath
Death is a thought
I can ignore
No more



Credits
Writer(s): Gavino Mura
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