Riding around, blasting Final Conflict
Watch the sun go down
Come from Southern California
First you smile, then you frown
Too much faith in law around me
Stay away from drink I do
Family history tonight
Stain of liquor bleeding through

The more you fight against it
The less that you are lucky

Rest in peace Mike
Hard to see you go like that
Think about it now and then
Shiver down my back
Need some pliers to my head
To fix a different path
Forgive it all and don’t look back

Apocalypse
Sinking ship
Finger tips are numb
In my grave I stay playing the same drum
In my grave I stay playing the same
Where there's anger, there's always pain underneath
Fall into the ocean
Above the surface everything is light
Clenching as I sleep
My hand makes a fist, I close my eyes

The more you fight against it
The less that you are lucky

If you don’t like the way it goes
Then turn the wheel the other way
Everyone will make you hate you
Only you will make you stay

Apocalypse
Sinking ship
Finger tips are numb
In my grave I stay, playing the same drum
In my grave I stay playing the same