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Once when walking in the woods

I came upon a burning bush.

"What wants you vision?", says I

And it spoke, and I quote,

"Apocalypse can go down easy

You gotta know it's an acquired taste.

You're sacrifice can't please me

I'm dead set to destroy this place.

Hip hip for imperfection,

I want to make a mess.

I've got a secret theory

That disarray works best

And though it don't work often

Oh my God when it does-

Watch as the outburst softens

It's had its way with us.

They're scared of the silence

But be scared-er of the sound.

Hearts are not only beating

They are all counting down.

You're not ready for disorder.

You're not ready for decay.

Have you been staving

Time and aging

Sloughing dead skin away?

I must confess I said with a smile,

"I'm frightened as a child.

And I suspect by

The smoke in your eye

You're thinking 'So am I.'

Apocalypse can go down easy

You gotta know it's an acquired taste.

Our sacrifice can't please thee

You're dead set to destroy this place.

If the aspirin you take

Doesn't cure your headache

Why do docs propose

The headache's in your head?

And if the orgasms we fake

Take their toll and take the cake

Why do they suppose

We're better off in bed?

And then the bush said,

"You and I, we were meant to be together.

You and I, we are gonna hang together.

You and I, we are going down together."