Gallows Humor - Misery Index

Are you laughing now?

We are the ones that live and breathe

Vermin on the streets below

You are the ones shrink and hide

Cowering away inside your tombs

Shifting eyes, sleight of hand

Architects elite

Comedies, tragedies

Never out of reach

Äppäräts, lurking stats

Prodigals unleashed

Surf and ride, open skies

The slaughter never ends…

When our dead pile high

And our fear multiplies

You will say, «so it goes.»

And the crowd will chant in exaltation

Parasites, archetypes

Atrocity en vogue

Causalities, ironies

Laughter fills the room

Class defined, peace of mind

A caravan of fools

Anesthetized, paralyzed

The pacifist relents…

As our dead pile high

And our fears multiply

You will say, «so it goes,»

And the crown will chant in exaltation

Cross the divide

And their gods will decide

What is flesh, what is false

As the demons swarm in exaltation

Line them up and open fire

Castigate, memento mori

In this dead tradition

Servility and guilt

Bind us all together

In this ever-present filth

Everything is art

And nothing ever dies

In this neo-fascist paradise

Bred from reproduction

Nothing in between

Death and revelation

Bought and sold equally

Past devours present

Present eats past

In these gallows, nothing’s meant to last

The air is thick with fear and wonder

A blaze burns in Vonnegut’s eyes

His Dresden reeks beyond what words describe

«All time is all time,» the grand, absurd leveler, by design

Still, we’re just insects in amber

Minions of the modern, your final act is yet to come

We are the ones that live and breathe

Vermin on the streets below

You are the ones that shrink and hide

Cowering away inside your tombs