I heard it through the rocks and bones.
The breath came knockin at my door.
It told me that my children hate.
Ancient love they've been waiting for.
I fell down distracted;
but,
I ain't going down no more.


There was like one, two, three, four, five,
Angels of Apocalypse.

Love is like a secret vibe.
Back and forth it comes and goes.
It's special like your deepest wish.
It's glue between me and my tribe.

I have been broken, disgusted,
But I don't go for that no more.

There was like one, two, three, four, five,
Angels of Apocalypse!


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