FellowMan - Seven Trumpets lyrics

[Verse 1] Feel it in the monsoon, listen to the song's tune Gongs boom, we'll be gone soon Nothing left to consume, trees will not bloom A clean sweep with God's broom We're just a leaky pontoon, a backed-up log flume A Halloween costume that the dog chewed Seeing signs like we're all on shrooms A quick finish to a long doom, going back to mom's womb Forget your reverie, sh** you'll never see Everybody floats up in the Dead Sea The air is heavy, smelling of deviltry Effectively, heaven is a memory A friend's an enemy, flesh is an effigy Welcome to the failure of chemistry The d**h of longevity, the end of identity Listen to the trumpets, revelation and reveille Sing! [Hook - Barun Singh] I promise it won't be so bad [x3] (Seven trumpets blowing in my head now) I promise it won't be so bad [x3] (Seven trumpets blowing in the wind) [Verse 2] No mo' indo, gin and juice No more kinfolk, no more Guinness brews No more celebrity interviews up in the news Nothing innocent to seduce, no more kid abuse No more pimp shoes, no more ginsus No more Christians, m**ms, Jews, Hindus No more barbecues--that'll be hard to lose But at least there'll never be another scar or bruise No more tattoos, no more tongue studs No more gat shooting by young bloods No more gun clashes, no more wars No more sungla**es indoors No more fake tits, no more innocent dead No more spaceships, no more cinnamon bread No more us, so no more stressin' Armageddon That's one, two, three, four, five, six, seven Sing! [Hook] [Verse 3] Let's break bread for the plague dead, the blessed Checked out at breakfast, left us with the mess Never had to see the devil dogs get fed Died with dignity in a bed And lest we forget to pour head Make the doorstep, curb, and the floor wet for the war dead They didn't choose when to leave But at least when they did, somebody was there to grieve I never believed in demons, 'til I seen 'em Now I hear screaming, pandemonium Like a Black Sabbath song And I'm a vagabond in a self-sabotaged Babylon We ain't got more than four days 'til we dissipate like a morning haze So light 'em if you got 'em for the last rites Enjoy your last nights, that's life Sing! [Hook]