Lyrics Misery Index

Misery Index

Meet Reality

Outside your gated homes,

The world begins where your street ends

Yet in time, your demons will come crawling back

Praise God for what you have in life

For your wealth is as hollow as the heart you hold inside

A nightmare in three dimensions, this opulence embraced by man

Reapers of the peasant's harvest, gorging on the fat of the land

Caged in worldly mansions, picking vassals out from the poor

Worship at the altar of avarice, where Bourgeois man is born

As dead men walking spoiled earth, who spend their shining coffers dry,

With thirst never quenched nor quelled, you ever think to question why?

Outside your window of comfort, its like night of the living dead

For each dime you bleed from another, the stench of your poverty spreads

Defining the world in equations, commodity prices and fees

You see other humans as cattle, to service the gluttonous beast

A werewolf's banquet, of ostentatious parody

Masquerading fortunes, amassed through servility

As you eat them alive... now meet your slaves

Gomorrah caving in, on your precious homes, four walls falling fast