There is an apocalypse in every soul,
That crafts our essence and makes us whole
Events that shake us to the core
That make open wounds and expose our flaws
Designed to be blind by the powers that be
But if I were them I'd be scared of what we see
We're censored from expression by uniform and law
But break the mould I emplore,
Break the mould I emplore.
Dare to dream and dream of more
Make your life a series of open doors
Close your mouth and open minds
Make strangers friends, leave none behind
Leave no wake, no mark no trace
Erase the makeup from your face
Live by action not by name
Encourage others to do the same
Put aside emotions curse
Wasted feelings make it worse
Open eyes with warmth and smiles
Paint the town red whilst on the tiles
Kiss softly, Hold closely
Speak from the depths of your heart
Take flight from your indecisive perch
And explore the beauty of this earth
So make haste from your mortal coils
To the victor go the spoils
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