Apocalypse

Well the cries break out in the morning And continue after I go to sleep Saying "All lost souls are good for Are the company they keep" There’s blood running down the gutter And it’s making it’s way to the sea If the end of day wants to impress me It’ll have to up the ante I keep shoving all these headlines From newspapers under my bed To keep the monsters on the page And outside my head Oh I desperately want to understand Though I know I never will All this rain ain’t letting up It’s falling harder still Well I ain’t never been baptized Ain’t never been washed clean So when the end come it will be Just my sins and me Oh well I’ve got something for you All you terrors who got something to prove I see the devil on the corner Scratching your name into his hooves Oh I desperately want to understand Though I know I never will All this rain ain’t letting up It’s falling harder still Oh well this is what I think of Lying awake in bed Another night spent thinking bout The number of the dead Oh well now I ain’t looking for pity Just the best defense All I wants for something To finally make some sense Oh I desperately want to understand Though I know I never will All this rain ain’t letting up It’s falling harder still