

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] End times talk in a Wal-Mart aisle Prophecy printout in a plastic file Old head mumblin', “Son, you better read this twice” Said a name like Bledsoe, eyes like dice Orbs in the photos, floatin' over fields Heard him say they’re angels, workin’ off the sealed Lady in the kitchen with the tap runnin' slow “Easter twenty twenty-six, that’s when you’ll know” Clock on the wall hit 3:33 Static on the news, same loop on repeat New knowledge drippin’ through a crack in the dome Like a leak in the church when the choir hums home [Chorus] It’s the end times, look up, don’t flinch Every star, every sign, every inch If the orbs are angels, then they fly this low Easter lights comin' with a heavy halo It’s the end times, heart rate, tight grip Whole sky tilt like a fast-sink ship If the seals are breakin', better guard your soul When the trumpet cuts through the globе we know (oh) [Verse 2] Space patch stitched on a soldier sleeve Strange black emblem, hard to believe Looks like a beast from a desert dream Staring dead-center where the crowns all gleam They say that stone cat faced Regulus once Lion-heart star where kings fronted their fronts Why the new guard wear that on they chest? Watchdog posted where the royals used to rest Some call it chance, some call it plan Some see a map hid in everything man From the launch pad dust to the choir loft pew Same eyes watchin' what the rulers all do [Chorus] It’s the end times, look up, don’t flinch Every star, every sign, every inch If the orbs are angels, then they fly this low Easter lights comin' with a heavy halo It’s the end times, heart rate, tight grip Whole sky tilt like a fast-sink ship If the seals are breakin', better guard your soul When the trumpet cuts through the globe we know (yeah) [Bridge] Is it fear, is it faith, is it both, is it neither? Scrolls in the attic, code in the ether Lady in white say, “Child, just pray” “Mark that date, but live right today” ‘Cause if the Lion wakes when the stone stares back Every quiet little rumor turn red on black I don't know the hour, I don't know the list But I keep my hands clean when the smoke turns thick [Chorus] It’s the end times, look up, don’t flinch Every star, every sign, every inch If the orbs are angels, then they fly this low Easter lights comin' with a heavy halo It’s the end times, heart rate, tight grip Whole sky tilt like a fast-sink ship If the seals are breakin', better guard your soul When the trumpet cuts through the globe we know (oh yeah)
Tags
rap, Dark mystical boom-bap with eerie reversed choirs, vinyl crackle, and a swinging, head-nod drum pocket; male vocals spit urgent, clear bars up front. Hook lifts with stacked chant-style harmonies and a subby bass drone that blooms on the downbeat. Occasional stuttered vocal chops and distant bell hits add apocalyptic tension while the beat stays raw and minimal so the story punches through.
3:15
No
3/28/2026