Private Apocalypse

No more tears

Apocalypse

Are you afraid



Devils dance their psychotic waltz

By the sound of your pumping heart

Your daemons rape your angels

Your apocalypse can start



Like poison through your veins

You are starving



You're heaving for your breath

Satisfy your need

Oohh face the hollow eyes of death

Private apocalypse

Tranquillised and numb



Thorns are growing

Through your soul

A deathlike silence

Just before the storm



All things angelic

Left for hate

Apocalypse.

Your undeniable fate



Devils dance their psychotic waltz

Your heart is pumping faster



Private apocalypse

Face the seven sins

The devils always win

Private apocalypse

No more tears to cry

Apocalypse

Are you afraid to die