“Apocalypse” is a celebration of hedonism through a dark lens. A wild and free life shadowed by disaster and the end of all things.
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When you spoke
Of loneliness
The magic that ensued
All the dreams
High piled up
Came crashing down for you
I was still on 18th Street
Just spilling love like blood
Through arteries
And open lines
Kissed with razor blades
Constantly you
Sing that song
“My Mountains Turn To Dust”
Apocalypse, Apocalypse
The rending of the heart
Apocalypse, Apocalypse
Kissed with razor blades
