Explain this hell to me
Who haunts me
To Dante's injury
Define innocent for me
On these walls
That we project as guilty
Explain to me the emotion of regret.
Which ends in sorrow
From the wound of the moment
Who condemns these acts?
Let someone talk to me
From the still
Or the price to pay
Of these silent crimes
That we would have erased
More than oblivion
Of a thrill that seeks itself
Just like these dramas
Drifting from the senses
Apocalypse me
Of these deleterious visions
From these wells of suffering
Who starve my being
Apocalypse me
Of the indecent awakening
Who sublimates my fears
From the warmth of a shoulder
Where we can rest
Show me the ideal
On the lookout for my dreams
To the equation of the worst
And to the unfinished embrace
Of those people up there
Dictate knowledge to me
For my eyes are blind
From a given condition
Or by these waking dreams
Give me that space
Who closes my vision
From the dictatorship of my chains
Until the flame erodes
Mortuary evidence
At the probability of the moment
As a sole obligation
The perjury of the livid
To the wound of time
To the wound of time
Apocalypse me
Of these deleterious visions
From these wells of suffering
Who starve my being
Apocalypse me
Of the indecent awakening
Who sublimates my fears
From the warmth of a shoulder
Where we can rest
Apocalypse me
Apocalypse me
Apocalypse me