Apocalipsis Confort

I'm like the wandering bull
That kills the matador
Lightning in the sky
That splits the ground in two
It's not my fault
I have no solution
The only important thing
Is to follow your heart

Don't be afraid of me anymore
Don't hold a grudge against me
I just want to show you
Things as they are
If I pull the strings
It's not on TV
It won't be on the street
And never a choice

The night is calm but something is going to happen
War is around the corner
Bombs thunder in the East and it doesn't seem to matter
While a drone watches over your head, my head

Apocalypse is comfort
It makes you stupid and you give up control
Supposed hedonisms for satisfaction
The door in your head, good day, servant

I'm dying to tell you that all this is going to change
But the rest is there to lie to you
Like a madman I talk so much, tireless and non-stop
Your knees will thank me, not mine