this has apocalyptic undertones overtones its anthem for the one waiting for an apocalypse just so it can be watched from a window

Cant describe these emotions Running red is the potion Entycing me to refrain Into a state of uncomfort Wish i could penetrate Through your emblems Dissenfranchise Your plot for commerce As the crumbelling foundations Dissallusion And your vision suddenly in a mist And your ability to compute this Is malfunctioning Wish i could see All your faces when it falls apart