Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Apocalypse, artist - Brye.
Date of issue: 29.10.2020
Song language: English
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 subside |
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 |
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 one 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 (I'm making out with death) |
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? |
(Every day I’m isolated) |
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak (Is another baby step) |
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? |
(To full on seduction) |
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak (The way my walls cave in) |
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? |
(Would make you think this house is |
haunted) |
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak (And the toothpaste stains on my shirt) |
But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? |
(Would make you think that I had |
brushed them) |
My teenage years are meaningless (My bones are dry, my lungs are weak) (I'm |
making out with death) |
For God’s sake, we’re living in the apocalypse (But my brain is dead, |
would I feel a thing?) (Every day I’m isolated) |
My teenage years are meaningless (My bones are dry, my lungs are weak) (Is |
another baby step) |
For God’s sake, we’re living in the apocalypse (But my brain is dead, |
would I feel a thing?) (To full on seduction) |
My teenage years are meaningless (My bones are dry, my lungs are weak) (The way |
my walls cave in) |
For God’s sake, we’re living in the apocalypse (But my brain is dead, |
would I feel a thing?) (Would make you think this house is haunted) |
My teenage years are meaningless (My bones are dry, my lungs are weak) (And the |
toothpaste stains on my shirt) |
For God’s sake, we’re living in the apocalypse (But my brain is dead) (Would |
make you think that I had-) |