Burned at the stake,
Are my beliefs really that different from yours?
Pulled under, taken over, it's a virus.

I won't let you control me,
Nothing is worth anything,
Displayed with the blood-covered canvas.

Acting has always been so easy.
Change my name, hide my face,
Dye my hair and become someone else.
Isn't that the dream of every little girl?
It's so much easier to be someone else for a day.

Wish upon a shooting star; don't expect it to come true.
Soulmates don't exist, don't expect love to be pretty;
It's all just the beginning of the apocalypse.

Spreading the virus,
It's reaching the far corners of the Earth,
Infecting the mind, rotting the heart, killing the soul.

Nothing's pretty, nothing's beautiful.
Wishes don't come true; Dreams are memories of a dark childhood.
Don't forget about the virus, it lives inside of you.
It wants out now, control your destiny, or it'll control you.

Acting won't help you anymore,
Dreams of this life are about to end,
Grasp the edges, flung into an abyss,
It's the apocalypse.