Regulus In My Rearview

[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)

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.