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
 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