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…