Everybody Dies | Rory Webley Lyrics, Meaning & Videos

Everybody Dies
Rory Webley Lyrics

Tell me, is the world really worth saving
Or is it cruel trying to keep it alive?
Maybe all the good guys aren′t what they look like
Does it really matter? Everybody dies

Tell me, is the world really worth saving?
All these nightmares keep me up at night
What if all the good guys aren't what they look like?
Nothing really matters, everybody dies
Everybody dies

There′s a man on my street holding up a poster
Telling me that the end's getting closer
While I′m sitting on my phone, scrolling TikTok
Turning my brain into a toaster
I think it's already over
Feelin' like history′s repeatin′
Feelin' like we′re reaping seeds we've sown
Now sit down and eat ′em

Don't believe in love, guess I′m pessimistic
Think I'm depressed, don't know how people never get this
Feels like I′m dead before I′m even in the casket
So tragic

Tell me, is the world really worth saving
Or is it cruel trying to keep it alive?
Maybe all the good guys aren't what they look like
Does it really matter? Everybody dies

Tell me, is the world really worth saving?
All these nightmares keep me up at night
What if all the good guys aren′t what they look like?

Nothing really matters, everybody dies
Everybody dies

In this song, Rory Webley reflects on the state of the world and how it affects his outlook on life. He questions the value of things like good grades when the world around him is facing major crises like the COVID-19 pandemic and climate change. He also expresses his disillusionment with heroes and the concept of love, feeling like the world is too complex and difficult for those ideas to hold true. The repeated phrase "everybody dies" serves as a reminder that, ultimately, no one can escape mortality.

The lyrics convey a sense of hopelessness and despair, with references to the world "going up in flames" and the feeling that "it's already over." The man on the street holding up a poster about the end being near adds to the apocalyptic imagery. However, the song isn't without a hint of defiance - the line "Now sit down and eat 'em" suggests a willingness to face the consequences of our actions and perhaps find a way through the darkness.

Overall, the song is a meditation on the state of the world and the difficulty of finding hope in troubled times. By questioning the value of things we often take for granted and acknowledging the inevitability of death, Webley encourages the listener to confront these truths and perhaps find a way to keep going in spite of them.

Seems kinda dumb to worry ′bout good grades
It's pointless to worry about good grades when our generation is dealing with a major problem similar to the Black Plague.

And the world outside is just going up in flames, flames, flames
The world outside is worsening, and everything seems to be falling apart.

My eyes were opened up from a young age
I realized at a young age how broken the world is.

It's kinda sad to see your superheroes fall from grace
It's heartbreaking to see our idols and heroes lose their reputation.

But Superman is just another man
Superman is not real, and even our idols and heroes are just human beings with their flaws.

Nothing super, just another loser wearing tight pants
Superman is nothing but a man wearing tight pants, and we should not expect too much from anyone in life.

Don't believe in love, guess I'm pessimistic
I am pessimistic about love and struggle to believe in it.

Think I'm depressed, don't know how people never get this
I believe I'm depressed, and I cannot understand how some people never go through it.

Feels like I'm dead before I'm even in the casket
I feel like I'm already dead, even before my actual death.

So tragic
It's a tragic situation to feel like one is dead even before death.

Tell me, is the world really worth saving
I'm questioning whether the world is worth saving or not considering the current state of the world.

Or is it cruel trying to keep it alive?
Sometimes it seems cruel to try to save a world that is already beyond repair.

Maybe all the good guys aren't what they look like
Perhaps those we perceive as good are not good at all.

Does it really matter? Everybody dies
At the end of the day, death is a certainty, leaves us to question if anything truly matters.

There's a man on my street holding up a poster
I observe a man on my street holding up a sign.

Telling me that the end's getting closer
The man looks like he is warning people that the end is near.

While I'm sitting on my phone, scrolling TikTok
Meanwhile, I am stuck on my phone, scrolling aimlessly on social media.

Turning my brain into a toaster
I'm letting technology fry my brain by spending too much time on social media.

I think it's already over
It seems that the situation is already beyond repair.

Feelin' like history's repeatin'
It seems like history is repeating itself.

Feelin' like we're reaping seeds we've sown
It seems like we are experiencing the consequences of our actions.

Now sit down and eat 'em
We have to face the consequences of our actions, whether we like them or not.

All these nightmares keep me up at night
I'm struggling with nightmares that keep me up at night related to the state of the world.

What if all the good guys aren't what they look like?
I am questioning whether those who are supposed to be good actually are.

Nothing really matters, everybody dies, everybody dies
At the end of it all, nothing truly matters, and every person will eventually pass away.

Writer(s): Grant Sayler, Jonathan Bach, Rory Webley

Contributed by James E. Suggest a correction in the comments below.

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