Meet Reality

Meet  Reality  -  Misery  Index

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,

It's  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...