Apocalyptic Purity

Incite the words that take me through Unload your fears and call them truth Stand up and consecrate your hate Follow along, or die alone in debate Just look at everything there is Either products of pain or products of bliss Just look at everyone that knows Either running towards or waiting to go Apocalyptic sense of right A fluorescent path that just waits for night Apocalyptic sense of wrong A darkness that is, spreading on and on My own reflections are my truth These words are just me, I have the proof So incite my mirror to believe That we are all alone once we learn to breathe A conscious silence in our deaths Accept it or run towards more regret Apocalyptic purity It doesn’t matter what comes, as long as I see