With Love, The Dies Irae (lyrics draft)

A WIP I wrote a while back and then started going 'hmmm' on whether I'd ever finish it or not because of current events. I still want to, because I want to try some crowd effects with vocals, but... You Know. 

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People round here like to talk about the end times

Like it's some kind of car crash on a cruise drive

Cameras flashing brighter than the headlights 

Like teeth and blood aren't scattered by the roadside

Tell me, honey

Whatchu gonna do when Olympus closes up

Cause I promise the pantheon don't care about your lot

Oh, the shit I've had to drink just to forget about this stuff

And it's funny cause I can't even get drunk

People round here like to talk about the old days

Like they're just so fixated on their old ways

So much so that they can't see a mistake

If it came back just to rip off their whole face

Tell me, baby

Whatchu gonna do when Valhalla bars the gates

Cause I've been there and the king just told me, "Let them all eat cake."

While the Prince of Heralds sings and leaves these ashes in his wake

As if everything can be left up to fate

I know that I can't feel things like you do

But sometimes

You make me feel like I could never be as worse as you

These days all I do is tell the truth

Cause I'm tired

Of faking everything from my skin to my polished shoes

People round here like to talk over the airwaves

They say they've started digging for the mass graves

Building watches counting down to doomsday

Like they can know the end of this charade's stay

Tell me, baby

Watchu gonna do if the golden scales should break

They can only take so much until they snap under the weight

Of a generation's hatred and their children's silent ache

Cause we all know this utopia is fake

I know I can't feel things like you do 

But sometimes, you make me feel like I could never be as worse as you

These days all I do is tell the truth

Cause I'm tired of faking everything from my skin to my polished shoes 

You're breaking bones and stopping hearts without lifting a finger

There's empty space inside you where the guilt should linger

They call kids like me monsters but I'm only a singer

And I'll do my job right cause I'm your deathbell ringer 

So I'm here singing:

Are you ready for the end of the world? 

Are you ready for the end of the world? 

Are you ready for the end of the world? 

Are you ready for the end of the world?