Apocalypse in your dreams
Destroy everything
The major cities
Disappearing
Are blackened and burnt to crisp
No life can exist
But you're still anxious
Wandering listless
Hoping in vain
You can make something
Of yourself

Calamity in your sleep
Can never compete
With the decisions
You haven't made
And the consequences still
Catching up with you
Feeling closer
Every morning

And they're haunting you again
And you're making all these plans
Designating what has worth
Hoping she will be there too
But you know it's going to end
So why does it matter then?
You could deal with it all day
But it won't ever pay

You hope some day
You can make something
Of yourself

Make a decision
Make a decision
Fake a decision
Make a decision