Private ApocalypseNo more tearsApocalypseAre you afraidDevils dance their psychotic waltzBy the sound of your pumping heartYour daemons rape your angelsYour apocalypse can startLike poison through your veinsYou are starvingYou're heaving for your breathSatisfy your needOohh face the hollow eyes of deathPrivate apocalypseTranquillised and numbThorns are growingThrough your soulA deathlike silenceJust before the stormAll things angelicLeft for hateApocalypse.Your undeniable fateDevils dance their psychotic waltzYour heart is pumping fasterPrivate apocalypseFace the seven sinsThe devils always winPrivate apocalypseNo more tears to cryApocalypseAre you afraid to die
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