Song parody of
Apocalypse upon Us
by Overcast
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Gag on ash dust
Orange clouds loom in the summer's frozen chill
Winding down, grinding down
As our snowballing karma begins to titan
Apocalypse upon us
Emptiness is our end
Emptiness
Legions of dark divide and surround
Coming from all parts of this forsaken town
And how to you keep from laughing
When you tell me it's alright
And why do you keep from weeping
When you tell me we will see tomorrow
So easily depressed
So deeply obsessed
Worthless we've succumb
Meaningless you've all become
So much freedom in carelessness
Everything is in the palm of our sweaty paws
Rust to dust, fool proof solutions that draw flies
Oh how your legs tire
muscles seize and bones crumble
But the urge to run carries on
The fire in your eyes rips through the streets
My taste for it has soured
Dead to the world am I
Cause I never had faith in your kind
Will you still hide your face when he is standing at your back door
When he is sulking through your kitchen
Till he is scratching under your bed
Closer than you think
We are all nothing
Gag on ash dust
Orange clouds loom in the summer's frozen chill
Winding down, grinding down
As our snowballing karma begins to titan
Apocalypse upon us
Emptiness is our end
Emptiness
Legions of dark divide and surround
Coming from all parts of this forsaken town
And how to you keep from laughing
When you tell me it's alright
And why do you keep from weeping
When you tell me we will see tomorrow
So easily depressed
So deeply obsessed
Worthless we've succumb
Meaningless you've all become
So much freedom in carelessness
Everything is in the palm of our sweaty paws
Rust to dust, fool proof solutions that draw flies
Oh how your legs tire
muscles seize and bones crumble
But the urge to run carries on
The fire in your eyes rips through the streets
My taste for it has soured
Dead to the world am I
Cause I never had faith in your kind
Will you still hide your face when he is standing at your back door
When he is sulking through your kitchen
Till he is scratching under your bed
Closer than you think
We are all nothing
