The End Is Near (feat. Stoic da Poet)

One often wonders, and questions, and posits The nature of god, of life, of existence Yet I don't have the answers, and... yeah, I dunno Severed, just hit the fucking beat, please Speak up, child, there's no need to be afraid We've come to the end of days, it's all downhill from here That's what the soothsayers say, the avalanche began With the dragonfly's wings and the cavalry's collapse They told us we wouldn't survive You held a Buddha statue with a cough and soot in your eyes You didn't fuss, you complied You didn't lick your wounds, you simply owned them Reverted back to the ancient ways of toting totems Cuz our god's dead, exhausted He fell into the mosh pit During the show, he didn't even look conscious His creation took over the stage with noxious fumes The energy was all-consuming And so he let go, and slipped into the abyss For a long time, it seemed nothing was amiss We proceeded so casually, caught up in our business My regrets are in the double digits Cycles and cycles of anger, pop off like a rifle We went through shit, this is karma being stifled This is fate being strangled, this is truth being mangled Now we're attached to one another with an iron at the ankle It's the end of the world as we know it I'm hoping, to make the present last a little bit longer and slow it Show all of y'all people in the end we all equal The way we lay on the day we die be lookin peaceful There ain't no sequence where we break from believin' You best buckle your belts because we packing our bags and leaving Ain't no reprieving, punishment is upon us I promise this to the pompous that you gon' get what is coming And to the conscious, just keep on keeping on being honest Being as hard as an onyx and as fly as a comet I know we ain't flawless and some of y'all want to see us abolished Whatever perspective you taking take solace In the fact that the map has a place for the abstract It's up to you to decide what is whack For the earth is like a piece of clay to be moulded The globe keeps on spinning you have control of moment So sculpt it into the beautiful thing that you've chosen This ain't a chore it's your onus, and be sure that you own it Cause when it's over, it'll be forever gone with no closure That's why you hear me flowing it's stoic da poet