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."