Would You Be Impressed?

Would you be upset if I told you we were dying?
 And every cure they gave us was a lie?
 Oh! They mean it when they say we're dead and doomed
 And every single symptom brings us closer to the tomb
 And who will take the credit for our swift impending fall
 Because it's not my fault
 Would you be impressed if I said that the dead would help us counting
 Every single moment that we waste our time?
 All the time we're spending vaccinating this disease
 I just get dizzy when I think of all the ways we try to hide our maladies
 We wine, we dine, and everything is fine
 Because it's not my fault
 Pa-la-pa-la, pa-la-la-la-la, pa-la-pa-la-la, pa-la-la-pa-la
 Now you're upset because you finally got the notion
 That everything you had is spinning down the drain
 Oh! Do you mean it when you beg and pray and plead?
 Your "Giveittomegiveittomegiveittomegiveittome all those things we need"
 And what, pray tell, will you whimper when your number will be called
 You'll say "It's not my fault"
 So go now the others they'll await you
 And every single one among the lot of you will have your turn
 Ai Ai Ai Oh Oh Oh
 Like moths that fly into the flame it always ends up so
 You scream: "Not me! Take anybody else!
 Because it's not my fault!"
 I had a dream last night where everyone was trying
 Subconsciously I knew it was a lie
 And when I woke I knew it was time to pray
 To make amends before the end, before my judgment day
 I looked around, I stood alone, I knew what I had to say
 I said "It's all my fault"
 Pa-la-pa-la, pa-la-la-la-la, pa-la-pa-la-la, pa-la-la-la-la-la