Dusk to dawn and ash to dust
We see the sky open up
We live atop all the destruction
Built bigger homes on the erosion
And we don't hear no voices call
We blocked them out so many years ago
Whenever acid rain does fall
We'll burn the bodies of the weak and old

Turn the page
Burn the book
Turn off the TV; you're just thinking too much
And it's keeping you up at night
Lost count of sheep and still staring at the ceiling
You don't need it
Just close your eyes until you believe it
Turn away
Sneak a look
Don't take a picturе; you've been seeing too much
And it's tearing you up inside
Still picking up thе pieces and searching for the meaning
You don't need it
Just close your eyes until you believe it

Bring the drums back

Tell my children that I'm sorry
But tell the press that I didn't mean it
Tell my mother not to worry
But tell the world I don't regret it
And as the final bomb goes off
I'll be at the gates of Heaven
Begging God to let me in
Promising he won't regret it again

Turn the page
Burn the book
Turn off the TV; you're just thinking too much
And it's keeping you up at night
Lost count of sheep and still staring at the ceiling
You don't need it
Just close your eyes until you believe it
Turn away
Sneak a look
Don't take a picture; you've been seeing too much
And it's tearing you up inside
Still picking up the pieces and searching for the meaning
You don't need it
Just close your eyes until you believe it

Been running for the past week (past week)
Can't stop till the morning (morning)
I'll be running on no sleep (no sleep)
Still no one can catch me (catch me)
These apocalypse dreams feel so real (so real)
There ain't a moment that they won't steal (won't steal)
I packed my shit and left the city (city)
Where they couldn't find me (find me)
But I was wrong (wrong)
These apocalypse scars are bone-deep (bone-deep)
Who knew the end would be so lonely? (so lonely)
I can end it all at 50
I could lose myself in pity
I could find myself in Heaven before too long

These apocalypse dreams feel so real
These apocalypse marks just won't heal
This apocalypse isn't coming
It's happening now (now, now, now)
These apocalypse scars are bone-deep (this apocalypse isn't coming)
Who knew the end would be so lonely? (this apocalypse isn't coming)
I could end it in a second
Before they ever get me
Who knew that the apocalypse was happening now?