Would You Be Impressed?

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 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 "Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me 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 judgement day I looked around, I stood alone, I knew what I had to say I said "It's all my fault"