With more religions than ideas
To justify by holy wars
No faith anywhere
Fewer morals to cling to
But quick
Let's all reconcile
Before we go to Hell
To find something to keep us afloat
Inside this vapid well
Of apathy and hunger
Where we can let go of ourselves
And drown in the universe of blissful ignorance
We dismiss the end times
Like a future mess of ideals
But the future is everywhere
And it's not going to take a pissed off God
To destory ourselves
For my friend,
We are our own apocalypse