Apocalypse, Then (Brute Blaster Suite)

Listen to Apocalypse Then by Richard Charles Stevens (Brute Blaster Suite)

Listen to Brute Blaster by Isidor

Reboot the system
Lock down
(Lock down)
.
Amidst rumours of blackout abound
I felt lost
Way too soon to be found
Felt better to suffer and not make a sound
Remain undiscovered
Of faith disavowed
Humour charade of apocalypse now
Reboot the system
Lock down
(Reboot the system
Lock down)
Reboot the system
Lock down
Lock down
Lock down
Lock down
Lock down
.
Factory settings felt less than appealing
Stripping each sense of consensus for feeling
Not the first time I performed morning stretches and met the artex on the ceiling
(Locked down)
Not the first time life had done level best to suggest I would fare better reeling
(Locked down)
Seemed such a shame to abstain from displaying a pain so insane I could gain from experience
Claim to be fearless when dangerously cheerless
And feel like a burden too great for those dearest
Offer no clearance to thoughts making clear this was just a mere blip in a far greater scheme
Feeling remorse seemed so par for the course with no means to endorse motivational theme
While undiagnosed was no question I posed as the poster child owing to PTSD
(PTSD)
Far too much time in the throes of decline to expose every ownership taken from me
Life was unfair
No great mystery there
Not the blissful affair once mistaken to be
Staring on vacantly staked heedless claim
While the chimp in my brain gave OK to recede
Reboot the system
Lock down
Reboot the system
Lock down
(Not down)
.
Amidst rumours of blackout abound
Still felt lost
Though quite possibly soon to be found
Felt reckless to suffer and not make a sound
Remain undiscovered
Of faith disavowed
Humour charade of apocalypse now
Reboot the system
Lock down
(Not down)
.
Pent-up our tensions
Are meant for detention
A chore of offensive transgression and more for the sore headed losers who choose to wage war
At the cost of more favourable mention
Hett up no let up when venting contention
Later lamenting creating dissension
Impending correction
Awaiting redemption
Claiming it may be too late for reflection
.
Come through too much just to throw in the towel
Far sooner resume at the here and the now
(Not down)
.
Signpost was clear in these desperate hours
Feelings sincere had requested all functioning powers of deduction to take my compunction and rename it ours
Sharing the spoils offered grounds for reduction with two times the gumption for sticking it out
Out on a limb
On a wing and a prayer
My flamesake declared we were in with a shout
The keeper was kept in that moment
Undressed of the burdened components proposing to weighing me
Weighing me
Weighing me down
(Not down)
Weighing me
Weighing me down
Weighing me down
Far too much time in the throes of implosion combusting when trusting made plain I was not lost but found
(Found)
(Found)
.
Amidst rumours of blackout abound
(Found)
Life can be fair
Non-exclusively foul
A blissful affair in the here and the now
Provided we side with devout
Then we’re in with some kind of a shout
(Found)
Assume new position
With too true a vision
To reboot the system
Lock down
(Found)
.