Doomsday, Doomsnight

English lyrics

I think I should say it—should I say? Mm, I must tell. Hear me out. Keep on telling, show the hardware, air and ground, Show the polished planes while the cameras circle round. Passing claims across the strait, drawing lines upon a map, Call it truth, call it warning—still the facts don’t match. “Look at us, the doomsday aircraft!”—big display, They say, “Oh wow,” like the sky belongs to them today. Really, it’s too bad, all that theater, all that pose— When the world is on the brink, every boast is just a show. They say—ha-ha—doomsday, hah! Let me tell you what matters. Listen close. Doomsday here, doomsnight there, Read the clock; compare the air. We don’t cheer for the end of days, But don’t mistake our steady gaze. Doomsday here, doomsnight there, Threats don’t make you king of anywhere. If you bring that fear this way, Night falls on the U.S.A. Map fold, time zone, tick-tock, daylight, midnight, West says “show,” east says “hold,” same clock, split sight. Airframe, ground game, headlines, hot takes, Big talk, hard claims, old script, new stakes. You point to the map like the map takes orders, Draw a line in ink, then you rattle the borders. You say “look up”—we say “look at the hour,” Your day turns night while you’re flexing your power. Not proud of the peril, not praying for pain, Just clear on the math when the sun shifts lanes. If the world cries out and the whole sky turns black, Don’t call us surprised when the dark answers back. Doomsday, doomsnight, crown tilts, lights dim, You threaten the edge, but the clock cuts in. Hey—listen carefully, don’t twist what I say: We don’t want doomsday. We won’t kneel to your play. Doomsday here, doomsnight there, Read the clock; compare the air. We don’t cheer for the end of days, But don’t mistake our steady gaze. Doomsday here, doomsnight there, Threats don’t make you king of anywhere. If you bring that fear this way, Night falls on the U.S.A. Here is Iran—your threat won’t make us disappear. We know the world is shared; we know the stakes are real. We don’t say we like this. We say, remember well: When your daytime meets our night, your own clocks tell. Doomsday here, doomsnight there, Read the clock; compare the air. No one wins when the whole world pays, But your threats won’t rewrite the days. Doomsday here, doomsnight there, The crown can slip; the lights can fail. You can’t out-threaten time or fate— So hear the hour before it’s late. Doomsday, doomsnight—where is our light? The clock keeps turning. The world shares night.