This Is Apocalypse
This is apocalypse
Bodies hurried over by the heretics
And nothing will come of this
I didn't think it could get this bad again
Clouds are deep grey sandbags
The sun hugs it's barricades
And birches wave like white flags
Surrendered to the hurricane
The rain falls like bullets
Casing wrought by endless frost
I run as Pilate
Throws a finger at the cross
((In my hand I hold a gun))
Though the trigger weighs a thousand tonnes
It's never how it seems in the movies
No you can never feel the pain
In the tightly focused frame
It's never how it seems
In the movies
In another place
No need to be afraid
In a better place
But the questions mark dark my eyes
A hand pulls on the fader
A fire dwindling to die
Buried the crater
You never seemed to care
Of what was surely being lost
Now I run as Pilate
Throws a finger at the cross
((In my hand I hold a gun))
Though the trigger weighs a thousand tonnes
It's never how it seems in the movies
No you can never feel the pain
In the tightly focused frame
It's never how it seems
In the movies
This is apocalypse
Bodies hurried over by the heretics
And nothing will come of this
I didn't think it could get this bad again
So let's make sure it's the last time
Oh the lost time
The last time
Oh the lost time
The last time
Oh the lost time...
Etc.
Bodies hurried over by the heretics
And nothing will come of this
I didn't think it could get this bad again
Clouds are deep grey sandbags
The sun hugs it's barricades
And birches wave like white flags
Surrendered to the hurricane
The rain falls like bullets
Casing wrought by endless frost
I run as Pilate
Throws a finger at the cross
((In my hand I hold a gun))
Though the trigger weighs a thousand tonnes
It's never how it seems in the movies
No you can never feel the pain
In the tightly focused frame
It's never how it seems
In the movies
In another place
No need to be afraid
In a better place
But the questions mark dark my eyes
A hand pulls on the fader
A fire dwindling to die
Buried the crater
You never seemed to care
Of what was surely being lost
Now I run as Pilate
Throws a finger at the cross
((In my hand I hold a gun))
Though the trigger weighs a thousand tonnes
It's never how it seems in the movies
No you can never feel the pain
In the tightly focused frame
It's never how it seems
In the movies
This is apocalypse
Bodies hurried over by the heretics
And nothing will come of this
I didn't think it could get this bad again
So let's make sure it's the last time
Oh the lost time
The last time
Oh the lost time
The last time
Oh the lost time...
Etc.
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Writer(s): Myles Woods
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