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