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