Rapture - Alternate Version

I hear the sound of the triumph of rapture. Lock arms so we can all die together. Loved ones will sew our bodies below; In shallow graves, rotting beneath the glowing moon. I see the faces I was meant to trust reflect off my iris, And I am afraid. I know that the voices I cherish will blur my thoughts every night, And I am afraid. It's a dance; flutter soft and slow. Look through me; there's a warm glow. Come outside but don't look; Everything we built has died. They play the hymn mocking my loss; Crushing my body. Beneath the lights guiding me home; Glowing in scarlet. I was a moth caught in the light of my friends. I was a moth who will be left behind in the end. Rapture has left me alone; And I am afraid.