C R y P T I D - Personal Apocalypse

It's my own personal apocalypse
Everybody's sayin' it now
Trapped in the news
Kicking it for grooves and I'm surviving but I've no idea how

And what the fuck do I do, when they're tearing you apart
At the supermarket, looking for the best deal
Like it's the Bastille
Hoarding in fortresses, bundles of corpses at your doorstep

They're asking for help, but would you deliver
The question alone would just make you shiver
But what did you do

Where were you when the walls came crashing down
When the devil known as pestilence crashing through the town
It's always so hard to see the web of lies that man has wove
But don't trust his tone that's interlaced with a face that we're safe
'Cuz we know that we'll always be home

Yeah I'm trapped inside, but nobody's listening
Pestilence sat in the air is just thickening
It's the end of the world as we know it and everybody's dead inside but don't show it
When everything else turns to dust, what will be left of us
A national panic, the demon has landed, and everybody sworn to help is just stranded

But we are stronger than this, can't you see
We shouldn't let it bring us down
Are vestigial faith, like a prominent wraith that liked to hang off our conscious body
But where did his heart go, the elegant tone that used our lips as its throne

Written by:
Logan Pihl, Micaiah Pihl

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