Would You Be Impressed?

Streetlight Manifesto

Would you be upset if I told you we were dying?
And every cure they gave us was a lie?
Oh! They mean it when they say we're dead and doomed 
And every single symptom brings us closer to the tomb 
And who will take the credit for our swift impending fall 
Because it's not my fault 

Would you be impressed if I said that the dead would help us counting 
Every single moment that we waste our time? 
All the time we're spending vaccinating this disease 
I just get dizzy when I think of all the ways we try to hide our maladies 
We wine (we wine), we dine (we dine), and everything is fine 
Because it's not my fault 

Now you're upset because you finally got the notion 
That everything you had is spinning down the drain 
Oh! Do you mean it when you beg and pray and plead? 
Your "Giveittomegiveittomegiveittomegiveittome all those things we need" 
And what, pray tell, will you whimper when your number will be called 
You'll say "It's not my fault" 

Go! Now! The others they'll await you 
And every single one among the lot of you will have your turn 
Ai Ai Ai Oh Oh OH 
Like moths that fly into the flame it always ends up so 
You scream: "Not me! Take anybody else! 
Because it's not my fault!" 

I had a dream last night where everyone was trying 
Subconsciously I knew it was a lie 
And when I woke I knew it was time to pray 
To make amends before the end, before my judgment day 
I looked around, I stood alone, I knew what I had to say 
I said "It's all my fault"