The New Apocalypse

We're already living in the post-apocalypse
Though words of further doom are always humming from our lips
The world has been better, but it could always get worse
We might not be in the ground yet, but we may be in the hearse

Still, for those of us who got to live in a utopia
Then I guess by definition we now live in a dystopia
By which I mean that things look grim for everybody now
Instead of just the folks who were the dirt beneath the plow

It's odd how fast we learn to live
In every new apocalypse

Now we're all just used to hearing the quiet part loud
And those still on the bottom get pushed even further down
All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others
Some disappoint their families, some get ripped from their mothers

Slavery never went away, it just became all-inclusive
To protect our freedoms, Uncle Sam got all the more intrusive
Then again, there are folks who knew about all of this shit for years
And those who are in the pit now won't even vindicate their fears

You'd think the end of the world would have been a bigger deal
But it slipped right by us quick and quiet, and it doesn't even seem real
A thousand worlds get made and ended every single day
And even the apocalypse is just mundane

It's odd how fast we learn to live
In every new apocalypse
It's odd how fast we learn to live
In every new apocalypse