Don’t Believe the Sky Is Falling ’Til It Falls on Me

“They sell fear by the gallon… but fear don’t feed a man like me.”

Another night of glowing screens, Preachers dressed as anchormen. Every headline tastes like poison, Every truth they twist again. Cities crying in the shadows, Factories rust where hope once grew— But out here in the devil’s silence, I see clearer than they do.

Don’t believe the sky is falling ’til it falls on me. Let them sell their plastic panic, I ain’t kneelin’ to a screen. If the world burns down tomorrow, I’ll be standin’ through the heat— ’Cause lies don’t scare a man who’s lived on broken knees.

Empty pockets, empty tables, Good men turning graveyard thin. Banks lock doors like iron coffins, While wolves wear suits and grin. Politicians sip on chaos, Bless the storm, then blame the poor— But the ground beneath my boots Still knows who bleeds and who endures.

Don’t believe the sky is falling ’til it falls on me. They can scream about the ending, I’ve survived worse prophecy. Let their truth rot in the wires, Let their warnings blister free— If the darkness wants to claim me, It can face me on my feet.

I’ve heard the world crack open slow, Heard families break behind thin walls. I’ve watched a father curse the sky ’cause no one answered when he called. But fear ain’t got no claim on me— I burned that debt in ’93. If the world goes black at midnight… it won’t catch me on my knees.

Don’t believe the sky is falling ’til it falls on me. If tomorrow comes with fire, I’ll walk straight into the heat. Let the reaper read the headlines, Let him count the damned and free— But he’ll find one man still breathing… ’cause the sky ain’t crushed a damn thing over me.

“And if the end is truly comin’… it better come ready.”

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