Apocalypse

You say you hate me?

Well, I bet I hate myself more

Your comments don't phase me

And death threats aren't my worst problem anymore

The thoughts subsides

I'm able to push through for one night more

But suicide is creeping up on my back door

I'm able to ignore it at first until I just can't anymore

This feels like bad karma, or a curse sent straight to my core

I soaked the floorboards, they're rotting

Can't stand the smell anymore (can't stand the smell anymore)

I'm making out with death

Every day I'm isolated

Is another baby step

To full-on seduction

The way my walls cave in

Would make you think this house is haunted

And the toothpaste stains on my shirt

Would make you think that I had brushed them

My teenage years are meaningless

For God's sake, we're living in the apocalypse

And I can't go outside

Without thinking I could die

My formative years are wasted

Even if the president won't face it

And the end keeps creeping closer, I can taste it

I've been fighting illness

Since I was about eight years old

But it's not physical, baby

(It's a hundred percent mental, ahh}

Sometimes I think I would rather catch the virus itself

Than leave my emotional health to rot on the shelf

I'm making out with death

Every day I'm isolated

Is another baby step

To full-on seduction

The way my walls cave in

Would make you think this house is haunted

And the toothpaste stains on my shirt

Would make you think that I had brushed them

My teenage years are meaningless

For God's sake, we're living in the apocalypse

And I can't go outside

Without thinking I could die

My formative years are wasted

Even if the president won't face it

And the end keeps creeping closer, I can taste it

My bones are dry, my lungs are weak

But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?

My bones are dry, my lungs are weak

But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?

My bones are dry, my lungs are weak

But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?

My bones are dry, my lungs are weak

But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?

My bones are dry, my lungs are weak

But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?

My bones are dry, my lungs are weak

But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?

My bones are dry, my lungs are weak

But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?

My bones are dry, my lungs are weak

But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?

My bones are dry, my lungs are weak

But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?

My bones are dry, my lungs are weak

But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?

My bones are dry, my lungs are weak

But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?

My bones are dry, my lungs are weak

But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?