Apocalypse Lyrics

Sinai Beach Apocalypse

God what has become of me?
What will become of me?
I am just a man
I am just a wretched mind that belongs to a selfish and busy man and the calluses on my hands are proof that I am
Big complication
Sum me up in one sad little sentence and you're there by your orchestration
Cut me and gut me and hang me by the organs within me
If that's what you'd like to see then let it be
'Cause I desire to be pleasing
What's wrong with militance
You bled for me so I too must be willing to bleed
I will live for you and then I will die for you
What's so wrong with diligence?
What's so wrong with militance?
Cut me and gut me and hang me by the organs within me
If that's what you'd like to see then let it be
Because I desire to be pleasing
I lay naked upon the altar
Now I bleed for you