Apocalypse
I slightly hate myself for reasons
I can't quite place
But I know they're out there, and you see them
Outer space seems rather attractive
At this time of year
I'd like to try it for a season
Give me a minute
And I'll come up with something
Alchemy of nothing, gives nothing
Siren in the distance
Inaudible, but you hear it
Siren in the distance
Implausible, how prophetic
Give me a minute
And I'll come up with something
Alchemy of nothing, gives nothing
Give me a minute
I'll give you something
Alchemist's apocalypse of nothing
Autor(es): Isle of Ease
