Things You Do While Waiting for the Apocalypse - Holy Sons

Amen to the search for the knowledge of this world

Wishing that it sprung from every soul like a pearl

Did you do your own research?

Did you build from the ground your own church?

Down with the written histories

For those burned up books that we cannot read

Celebrate the graves that you stand upon

This is love to the deaths that I’m standing on

A claustrophobic magic spirals, sickens, and swirls

Can you feel the failure that I’ve felt with the girls?

Liberation’s out, bring the mind-prisons back in

Get 'em safe, keep them safe

Forget the past, through eras their sickness lasts

Obsolescence, pre-designed

Been picking fights with that lobotomized mind

Lock-down commencing soon

Too many graveyards on the moon

I can’t forget until my mind dies

Just tell the future eras we tried

We’re sending up flares, breed in good pairs

Fight with bare hands to occupy their chairs

I can’t forget until my mind dies

I can’t forget until my mind dies

I can’t forget until my mind dies

I can’t forget until my mind dies